Ha ha ha – the Dogs of Writing will hound you to your limits! If it’s not a word count hounding you, it’s a simple judgement about your progress, or HOW LONG YOU’VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS THINGS. OMG, WILL IT EVER BE DONE? It’s like a turkey roasting in the oven, waiting to be ‘done’.
Have you ever been here, at a moment like this or a situation like this?
Somebody drives by and waves. Naturally, you wave back.
And you think, were they waving at me?
A mental muddle ensues. Who that was? What car make was it? Who drives a car like that? What did the driver look like?
You ponder a list of suspects like you’re solving a major crime, trying to winnow down who it was driving by at this time of day, in these conditions, waving at you. Ugly propositions arise. Maybe they thought you were someone else.
Maybe they weren’t waving at you.
You try to reconstruct the scene in your head to see if someone else could have been the target.
Or perhaps, like me, you’re sitting without your glasses on in the cafe, limiting your functioning vision to a dozen feet. Just beyond that, where you can put sight and awareness together to get some idea of who it is but not enough to see their eyes, someone waves.
And you think, like I did, they’re waving at me.
That automatic hand rises in a wave back but then….
In retrospect, you wonder….
Were they really waving at me?
Theoretically, spring kicked in once again in America. As a blogger, it’s required that I post something about it. It’s in the Internet’s Rules for Blogging that you must do at least one blog post per year regarding a season change. I thought I’d get mine out for 2017 before too much of the year elapsed.
Being an American baby-boomer with liberal tendencies, movies came to mind. I thought this one pretty much summed up the situation in America, Spring, 2017.
Bad taste? Probably. I’m in an acerbic mood. It was either this or ‘Dr. Strangelove’.
Another song was lined up for today’s theme music but the streaming cortex bumped into shuffle.
Stumbling and mumbling through dream fragments scudding across my thinking, the routines of feeding cats, pondering cold therapy, and contemplating breakfast and rain, a wash of first world self-pity swept me. Out of the melange of thoughts emerged an old familiar:
“Yeah, you go back, Jack, do it again – wheel turning around and around. You go back, Jack, do it again.”
Yep, let’s go back, Jack, and do it again. Let’s do it all again. Here’s Steely Dan with ‘Do It Again’ from 1972. Maybe it’ll alleviate some first world rainy Tuesday blues.
Catfidence is the absolute certainty some felines demonstrate that they are the smartest, fastest, strongest and bravest. Nothing can stop a catfident feline, and they’ll go to amazing levels to prove it!