About Me

I'm very fond of the absurd and think nobody does the absurd as well as the Almodovars. That segues into magical realism quite nicely. I love reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez telling how reading Kafka changed his life since he didn't know one was allowed to write about things like a man being changed into a giant bug. I love passion and nobody seems to do it better than Neruda - from his erotic poems to those about his passion for Latin America. I like a wide variety of music though certainly not everything. Most of the time I'll listen while I'm writing, cleaning house, reading, or sewing. I prefer to watch movies or TV while I knit or crochet. Maybe the first entry on my bucket list is to get a PhD. I would love to be able to teach contemporary world literature.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Mowing


Wow. It’s already been way past the amount of time I’d planned for there to be between posts. That seems to be pretty standard for me. Anything that isn’t an emergency will be handled according to my schedule. That seems to work fine as long as it isn’t a project I’m making that I manage to lose parts of while I’m trying to figure out the priorities of whatever I’m trying to schedule. There seems to be a direct tie-in to time and loss.I think it’s largely a matter of not getting the priorities right. And an enormous talent for losing things. This is one of the things I was thinking about this morning while I was mowing. Mowing is a wonderful job. I’m very unlikely to get fired is the first reason that comes to mind. Another is that it’s something I can see I’ve done. Most of what I do consists of what seems like 96 steps. Of these 96 steps, I’m usually lucky to get through the first six. Frustration mounts. Mowing is so different. I pull the cord and ignore the environmental havoc I’m creating. I like to let the grass get deeper than most people probably like it. It’s not laziness; it’s a desire to do something that’s obviously done for awhile without all the steps.
Best of all, mowing encourages thinking. It’s so freeing not to be able to hear a lot of the reality going on around me. That way it can’t get in the way of imagination. Here (in no particular order) is a list of some of the things that kept me mentally occupied while pushing a mower through deep, thick, wet grass yesterday morning. The plan as of now is to develop each of these ideas for further posts. We’ll see how that goes.
Dear friends and how blessed I am in that field
What seems like a major difference between love and like but probably isn’t the one most people think of
Snark snarking snarkiness
How I love it that Facebook gives me the opportunity that I speak fluent sarcasm
How rarely I get to use really good sarcasm
How incredibly beautiful this autumn is
The difference between “good people” and saints

Okay. Now it’s time for me to sleep on it.