And Then It’s Gone
I have an unnerving habit of things that pass through my mind and they will at times escape out of my mouth.
Have you ever had a great idea but before you can get it written down something distracts you and then your great idea like smoke or fog evaporates? It isn’t a senior moment, either that or I began senior moments very early, but it is very inconvenient.
As a senior, I have an excuse and we laugh and say stuff like, “Well, that train left the station”. Some days the thought will come back after a bit of conversation. When it doesn’t come back I just figure God was thinking maybe it wasn’t something I should share.
However, I honestly don’t know why it happens because I have an unnerving habit of things that pass through my mind and they will at times escape out of my mouth. I have on occasion heard someone speaking and since there were only two people in the room and it wasn’t the other person, I figured the words had come out of my mouth although they shouldn’t have from the look on the other person’s face.
Today started out a bit at odds. I was supposed to go to a chiropractor’s appointment. I often have trouble getting started for morning things and I didn’t feel like going. It turned into staying home sick and I’ve had a slow day, but it’s going better. We got a little bit of much-needed rain and the weather has cooled off so…
There are a number of oxymorons that baffle me. My life and much related to it has slowed way down. It takes longer to get things done that used to take me just a few minutes. Worse yet, there are things I no longer do at all. Several years ago in June of 2017 specifically, when Old Fuzzy and I were visiting my sister.
She had lost weight and her slacks were baggy and needed to be hemmed up. Hemming a pair of slacks should take about fifteen maybe twenty minutes at most. I believe I have shared before that in high school my sister won awards for so many things from her Betty Crocker Award for cooking, Fashion Show Award for sewing, School Play, as well as softball, and many other things.
In the manner of Rush Limbaugh’s saying, my sister had talent on loan from God. Jackie was the epitome of perfect. Fast forward fifty years and she’s looking at her slacks that need a simple hem. Well, she says, I should take these down to the local tailor…
I never won any awards that I can remember in school, not for cooking, sewing, and especially not for softball. Having become a primitive artist I have had to work in many different areas, cooking, sewing, gardening, and on occasion, we’ve also had softball games. Although the last time when I was pitching and got hit with the ball, I called it quits.
Fast forward me fifty years and I’m looking at all the crafts, material, yarns, etc. that I’ve got and the sewing I should do thinking I need a local tailor, or I should host a local craft show…
In my memory, I love the feel of good material and how it works up. I love good quality craftsmanship the look and feel of well-made clothing. Linen is a favorite material, but not today. I have one good quilt left I must finish but that’s not today either.
For all of my slowing down, I still find a spot of impatience. Oddly enough something will slow my computer down and I become irritated because it isn’t responding. That isn’t the way it’s supposed to work.
Writing a story is much harder than reading a story. It just flat is. I’ve been working back and forth on this second book. Some days I feel as if I’ve covered lots of material. Then I find I have to rest and recoup and reread before I do it all again.
So, then, the old saying, “Time and tide wait for no man,” still applies. Just as when I forget a really really good idea whether it’s a topic to write on or a topic to talk about in conversation with all of my projects I believe the ones that are important are the ones I will finish. The ones I don’t finish will become important for someone else to complete.
And there it goes. God is good and no matter what, we must trust in His goodness and wisdom.
Colossians 2:
18 Let no man rob you of your prize by a voluntary humility and worshipping of the angels, dwelling in the things which he hath seen, vainly puffed up by his fleshly mind,
19 and not holding fast the Head, from whom all the body, being supplied and knit together through the joints and bands, increasing with the increase of God.
20 If ye died with Christ from the rudiments of the world, why, as though living in the world, do ye subject yourselves to ordinances,
