What are you up to? Going out dancing? To dinner? Going to try and catch a movie? Going over to your kid’s house?
Every other Saturday my husband works, so every other Saturday it’s a party on my computer.
Of course, I am online every day. I’m doing my best to organize, clarify, research, and other noble gestures that should make my future on the computer smoother and more simplified.
Telling a pretzel logic person to become streamlined is like trying to change the flow of the river.
A friend of mine recently asked what a pretzel logic person — or pretzel person — is. She researched it online and found a lot of references to sex and sexual positions.
I wouldn’t know about that.
As I explained to my friend, a pretzel logic person gets to the same place a linear person does, but takes a lot of side roads and mountains and side trips to get there.
Sometimes I think I take the long way just to go to the bathroom.
I do lose patience with myself at times, especially when I’m on track to do something specific. But every room I walk through provides a half dozen distractions that need my attention as much as my final destination.
I hate being distracted all the time.
But then again, I know that’s who I am so I am never surprised if I start cleaning out my jewelry box and wind up making split pea soup.
Hats off to you that are fairly logical. I married a logical man. He takes care of the important things. Paying bills, driving, saving money. He is an alpha male in a world of alpha males, and does his best to keep me going in the right direction. I am thankful for that.
But when he is gone three or four evenings a week, I feel like a teenager who has the house to themselves while the parents are out for the night. I do the things he thinks are …. different … like switching between slasher movies and Chinese movies with English subtitles, looking for artists for the Gallery, putting tags on posts I posted with out them, peeking at Downton Abbey, making pea soup at the same time as blueberry bread, texting family, petting the cat, eating orange sherbet from the container — you know. Normal pretzelly things.
Thank you for following my blog where it may take you. Thanks for sharing my Art Gallery artists — they are all so marvelous in their own way. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and writing YOUR way on your blog.
The world is richer for all of us — pretzel and straight alike.