With the news full of speculation about the latest broken terrorist plot, I’ve found myself distracted and tired of the world today. When that happens, I end up buried inside of myself unless I shake it off and go outside and do something.
I let gravity hold me in the house until about 6:30 or so, when I shook it off, grabbed the camera case and took off. No TV, no radio, just me, the car, the camera and the back roads where the farms out here are. I’m still working on the shots, but they cheered me up.
I came home at 8, just after sundown and discovered The Eldest, who had come home from Arizona for no apparent reason — more or less on impulse. As glad as I am to see him, it worries me…I find myself wondering if there’s more to it than just an impulse to see the beach and escape Arizona weather.
Reading blogs tonight, some heavy stuff. Alcoholism, anxiety/depression, traveling during a red alert.
I feel banal by comparison. My big question of the day was whether I am a deleter or a hoarder.
I am a hoarder. I’m afraid I not only hoard email, I hoard thoughts, letting them roll around in my head and letting them distract me from anything productive. I need a lasso, something to keep them in check, something to put me back in focus.
Sticks and Bigdog are groovin’ to jazz at The Baked Potato. I’m sitting here writing what could be my most absurd and random blog post ever.
Maybe tomorrow. Are you a hoarder or a deleter? Random minds want to know.
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