When a mind is off-leash, you never know where it might wander. Sometimes I wonder how it got where it landed, whatever took it on that path, and I am so glad no one can read it.
This morning I was slicing fresh carrots to be dehydrated – because I have more space for dry goods than I do for refrigerated/frozen goods and I dislike going shopping very often, so long-term storage is important. Anyway, in the midst of slicing and loading dehydrator trays, something else required my attention, which means I left the carrots sitting. Alone. All by themselves. In the open air. What popped into my mind was a concern that they would dry out, exposed as they were. Followed by: “dry out? Well, what is it you’re going to do with them anyway?” Oh, duh. Yeah, okay.
Then there’s the check I told my son I would write and mail for him – because his checks live with me, not with him. That made more sense when he was overseas, but it’s just how it is. I headed off to get a check, saw something else I wanted to take care of, did that, went back to where I was before I headed off to get a check. When did I remember? The wee hours of the night. Guess I’ll be making a trip to the post office today. If I’m lucky, I might even remember what else I thought I might want to pick up in our little town.
I did make a list for myself the other day of what I wanted to get done. I wrote each thing down in bold colors on the white board on my refrigerator. Worked well as a leash, I kept on track and got things done. That day. Smart huh? Wonder why I don’t do that more often. I do know why – because I think of it but don’t do it right now, and my mind wanders off to check out something else. Or just to wander. Because. It. Can.
Looking out my window, I see – white. It’s not a deep white – only an inch or so. But it’s very white, very cold, very wet. I do not like. My mind is thinking coast – yes, I could deal with the gray, the rain, the wind, if only I could see and hear the ocean. My mind took me there last night, in my dreams. It was lovely. Sometimes when my mind is off-leash, it’s not so bad. Sometimes it’s good. As soon as I win the lottery I’ll buy a house on the coast. That probably means I should buy lottery tickets, huh?
Carrots are sliced and dehydrating – bread still needs to be made. I should think about getting out of my robe, although I’m not sure why. Maybe I’ll just sit here and see where my mind takes me.
It won’t be outside: