It is a well-known fact that I do not have my act together. I don’t even pretend to have my act together. Anybody who thinks I have now or have ever at any point in my life had my act together is deluded. Anybody with half a brain who is paying the slightest bit of attention knows: I’m a mess.
This is not to say I have no hopes of ever getting my act together. On the contrary, I keep thinking I might. Some days I would settle for having the various parts of my act on the same continent — oh, hell, the same planet! Where was I going with this?
I suppose it is an introduction to another Wuss-out Wednesday post.
I did some writing earlier today, while on breaks at work. It was on the banana play. I got a marvelous inspiration for the plot, but I dare not say a word about it. If you talk too much about these things you lose all impetus to write them, although sometimes the urge to talk about them is overwhelming. For one reason, I feel so clever and pleased with myself, I almost admire my ideas as a thing entirely separate from myself and my not inconsiderable ego (when it comes to writing anyways). I generously desire to give others the opportunity to admire (yes, quite a large ego when it comes to writing).
OK, I’ll admit it, the other reason to refrain from telling people my brilliant ideas is the quite reasonable fear that other people will not find them, or by extension me, as brilliant.
Getting back to my day, I made not one, not two but THREE stops on my way home from work. I picked up two pairs of shoes that had been repaired at Melfe’s in Ilion, also dropping off another pair for the same repair. I had waited far too long since Melfe’s called to tell me the repairs were done, but the people at Melfe’s were very nice about it. I also stopped at a big-box store to purchase some yarn and a couple of other items. My third stop was by Curves, not to exercise but to drop off an afghan I am donating to a friend who has a team walking in the Sitrin’s Stars and Strips Run/Walk. She intends to raffle it for fundraising purposes.
As I reached home I felt I did not want to — was not capable of — accomplishing all that I had wanted to. I was impressed enough with myself that I had made my stops. Surely I could sit down for a while. Long story short (I know, too late), I didn’t. I walked our dog, Spunky (I was always going to do THAT, however tired and stupid I felt). Then I changed into workout clothes and put a load of laundry into the washer. While the washer ran, I ran in place on the mini-tramp. Spunky stared at me for a while, apparently waiting to see if there was any point in my gyrations. When he couldn’t figure it out, he went and laid down on the couch.
After a short run (so boring, even with the television on!), I put the laundry into the dryer, bringing the non-drierables upstairs to hang on the bars. Then I took my shower, put on comfy clothes and went down to the kitchen to fix dinner. It took a while to get stuff chopped and into the pot, but soon it was simmering and I could get on the computer to check my email and Facebook notifications.
The point of this long, dull post (I hope not too dull) is, I guess, that even though I did not write a good blog post during the course of the day, I got a few things done. I thought of that headline earlier, before I got around to composing this post. I’m not sure it really fits, but it will have to do. We’ll consider it a little Non-Sequitur Thursday creeping in early. I’m sure ready to move on to the end of the week.
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