Today we are having our gutters cleaned. My husband would usually do it himself but we live in a house with a very steep pitch to our roof. Since we have a basement the back part of the house is three stories tall. We leave the unclogging of the gutters to the professionals. It’s something we should have already taken care of and has now become a better do it chore before the Spring/Summer thunderstorms.
Wouldn’t it be nice if someone could hook up some kind of machine to the ears to clear the gutters? Blow out all the thoughts that are blocking or stagnant, preventing growth.
Thoughts for my topic of blogging used to come from what I read. Reading is such a wonderful way to utilize that space between the ears.
I haven’t been reading. Not much. I read instructions or recipes but have trouble concentrating on what I’m about to absorb. I use absorb loosely, because I have had a terrible memory because I haven’t been exercising my mind. Other than to figure out why I seem to be so miserable and how can I get through it, my mind stays relatively free of substantive thoughts. The only thing I’ve recently read that is taking it’s time to move through my mind, was an article about antidepressants shortening a lifespan. I freaked out and have not dug further for any backup articles to prove this “finding”.
So, what have I been doing? Heck if I know. Each day is a gift to me since my wakeup call upon learning I had cancer. Why am I wasting the days?
I find my reading limited to Facebook posts…at least the posts I want to read. Avoiding the news has been rather difficult because I have a sick sense of worrying about things I don’t have control over. I do what I can to change things and have to be satisfied with that.
However, I did find a distraction. Instead of listening to the ass elected to run our country, I have been watching the ass of April-the-forever-pregnant-giraffe located in a zoo in New York. They have had a live feed to watch in anticipation of the big birth day.
Still waiting…….and waiting. I suppose if I were about to have a 100-150 pound baby, I’d resist for as long as I could.
Well, I’m off to clean the gutters in my mind, on my own, by focusing on at least one article.