I don't pretend to be who/what I'm not. I will be honest here unless I publish under the category "This could be news" which is 99% fiction and a wee bit sarcastic. ;-) I want readers who come here to have as much fun as I do. Not all subjects can be fun, but most can be funny if I do my job right ;-)
Or does everyone over 50 years of age experience this scatteredness? Forget about multitasking. I am lucky to complete a task. Oh, I start a job, then move on to another. The other one distracts me and makes me remember the first one. On my way back to the first one, I came across a task that must be done. Right now.
Some days I never get back to task #1. I did many things, made progress, cleaned stuff, and organized. Unfortunately, task #1 was the only thing listed on my to-do list. An entire day’s work and I can’t cross off anything. Only I, and now you, know that I did all that work. Hubby doesn’t know because it’s the kind of work that doesn’t “show.” You know what I’m talking about, right? The spring cleaning sort of things. Dusting the top of the fridge. The inside doors. Window sills. Cleaning the electrical outlet covers. <– Be VERY careful if it occurs to you to do this type of OCD task.
Scatteredness does not apply only to housework. My hobbies and fun things suffer because I am working on many things and things of different kinds. Our family room and my office are full of these things I am doing. THEN, I started a whole new thing last month, which I figured could be the final straw for hubby. Not so. In fact, he offered to build me a table that I designed for the deck to grow my herbs & flowers on. He is the best!
You may have noticed that scatteredness has affected my writing as well. I have resorted to using spreadsheets to keep characters, personalities & facts together. Because I discovered I had edited butchered the story severely, and I needed to start over. In fact, I plan to start at the end and outline my way to the beginning. Those of you who are writers may want to follow this process. Suggestions will be welcomed, considering this is a new technique for me. When I outline the start to the end, I have a lot of trouble. Mostly I get stuck because I have not figured out the ending yet.
Oh hey! Get this – it is snowing big heavy flakes right now. So, the dogwoods don’t know what’s happening any more than anyone else. I knew it!
The latest weather update is that we will get snow until morning. We will find out tomorrow. Either way, I plan to be sleeping.
I have heard that if you strip down an expensive car and sold it piece by piece it is worth more than the whole car. This sounds fishy to me.
My body parts are competing for the title of “Most Annoying.” This competition occurs daily. I wake up and thank God I am sober, and pray for strength to make it through the day and get things accomplished.
I know before I get out of bed which body parts are competing. Even sleeping on a Sleep Number bed, my hip joints and my spine are already paining me. Getting out of bed will be painful but I learned that if I take it slow, stretch (very slow), and walk around a little while my muscles relax and I start to move less like Walter Brennen and more like a girl.
The older I become, the more I can’t sit still. Too long in one position and my joints “freeze.” I need to be oiled. There are OTC meds for joint loosening and I believe I should try one of them. I need to put them on my grocery list. It is a long walk to the refrigerator where the list hangs. It’s not that I am lazy, I just forget what I was going to write when I get there.
I will address the issues with my memory in some other blog post.
I don’t know how the body parts feel, but in my reasoning, the Jaw wins. TMJ – Its medical name is: ‘Temporal-Mandibular Joint’. I prefer to call it the ThermoNuclear Joint. This joint is very small, and it has the big job of keeping your jaw in alignment.
The tiniest joint has the most power. The best (and most accurate) description of TMJ pain I ever heard is, “Take an icepick and put it on your eardrum. Now hit it with a hammer.”
Have you ever dislocated a disc in your neck by sneezing? Give yourself a concussion with a cupboard door? I mean, really! Can’t we all just get along?
To the naive and gullible, every day is April Fool’s day. I have played a few pranks in my day, and they were very cool ones, however, I felt so guilty afterward that I swore off of the whole thing.
I am a person that believes what people tell me. Especially, if I know them. Why wouldn’t I take them at their word? They have no reason to lie. Unless they lie to test my gullibility. They already know I am very gullible, so what’s the point?
My husband is a rascal by nature, so when he tells me ridiculous things, I am suspicious now. He has told me some very tall tales in our 34 years of marraige. Like when he told me that turkeys sleep in trees, I did not believe him. My granddaughter looked it up on Google, and he was not kidding. The man has made an art of telling me things that I believe, to amuse himself. The fact that it never gets old (to him) amazes me.
I think it is a challenge for people to see just how far they can go before I am on to them. Am I right? Will someone please tell me what is so funny?