Puck you. Hi! I have returned, just like the Marshal Islands. I have been visiting my Daddy's lands in The South. It is partly cloudy here, which is a big advance from hail, 46 to 52 degrees, an inch of rain everyday, and a 3500 foot snow level.
I can't think of anything to say!
Wow!
I have some thots on my mind, but that will probably clear up.
The worst part is, I have a hard time remembering what they are, even though they're still there. Seriously. (I know you believe me.) Well, they haven't moved "out" or "on," and left any space, anyway.
I think of writing them down, or just some words from them, to get them out of there. Transference, they call it. Paper doesn't have storage problems. (Except the "pen" problem.) (It's a two-part problem.) (Just try "talking" to paper.) No sir. You must have a translator, and it's down in the seat crack.
But if you do that often to your mind, set up all the conditions and parameters of a question, and then don't consummate the deal ~ climax, so to speak ~ your brain is going to quit calling you. Each one of those scenes is a spiderweb without a fly, and you get old. I'm convinced this is part of the problem. Getting all of the cake ingredients out, all over the counters, and then going for coffee and coming home again.
Thoughts must get smaller when you solve them. They must; because you don't keep thinking about them. If you don't solve them, however, and just leave them in there, they will fill up the rack. I have about four or five in there now. This one?
I recommend dumping them here.
Make someone else think about them.
I particularly like to ask Lather. He's a sucker for problems, like fly paper. It's like throwing teacups into the sun. Actually, if you just let go of them, that's where they'll go.
Maybe not.
You think, well, what will I do? If I get rid of these thots? These thinking processes? Won't I be just an air-head? Maybe I won't be able to see when I get done.
Trust me; you'll get more.
I'm going down to the cafe. There. That's interesting, isn't it?
There was something about the moon...
Oh ~ and I just remembered another one; but I'll save it for later.
Not bad! Must have made some space. |
