It’s good to have my cord back.
Now one would think that now that I’m whole again with computer on my lap I would be lost in the world of Brigadoon or Etruria or Paris. Stories and poems and downloading new images for my gallery.
I’m really crashing this Monday night. But fear not, creative friends…I shall be dreaming of new stories that may turn into magical stories. Or discovering artists of unbelievable breadth and insight .But not tonight.
So what have I learned from this foolish debacle of senility and long distance longing?
Ah, my friend…all it means that I need to pay attention. I need to make lists, I need to make bullet points and Post-it Notes and write notes on my arm and tie strings around my fingers and look behind every couch and chair.
In the long and short of things, I just need to slow down and pay attention.
Sound familiar to any of you?