Is it something in the water? Are there really that many folks out there in the real world who have nothing better to do with their lives than “tweet” on Twitter or send instant messages, text messages (cell phones) and generally blather and blah? How in the world do you concentrate on “doing” if all you do is blather? Productive get-togethers are one thing, but this “social networking” is for what? To try to win folks over to partake of your…what? Seems to me it’s just another way to make mouth noise just because. It’s the lonely hearts club trying to find friendship and love…or something. Who knows. What I know is that it’s human white-noise, and I have no use for human white noise. It’s a waste of time and life. Go DO SOMETHING!!!
Author: D. L. Keur
The Plant
I have an Angel Wing Begonia that’s OLD. Very OLD. It was given to me by Mom, and I kept it for many years. When it outgrew my house, I gave it to Undean, who had it for about ten years, then gave it back when it outgrew her house. I put it in the garden for the summer, because it really was too big for anywhere in the house I lived in, and, come Fall, a lady who loves plants indicated a desire to own it. So I gave it to her.
Under her care, it got even BIGGER. And it bloomed like crazy. Then, a year or so later, times got tough for them and, ultimately, they moved to a very small, unfinished house that had few windows. The plant had to go, and it went to her mom’s house, but not before losing a couple of it’s numerous shoots.
Helping with the move, I snagged the one that hadn’t been walked on and stuck it in water, hoping I could save a small piece of the heirloom plant. Sure enough, it rooted for me, and, holding my breath, a year later, I put it in soil.
Moving a plant from water culture to soil culture is hard on the plant. Very. I did it in stages, adding soil to the water (mud), then, finally, moving it into a legitimate pot of soil. And it survived…and thrived. And now it’s big enough that it outgrew the living room window (which it loved). I’m holding my breath again because the only place for it is a rather dark corner with no morning sun, fitted with a tall, artificial daylight lamp.
If it doesn’t do well there, I’ll move it back to the big picture window, even though that’s going to take some major redecorating to accomplish. We’ll see what happens after a few weeks. The plant may be okay. Then, again, I might be calling on hubs to disassemble the bookcase/sill under the front room window.
Means Provide Opportunity, Only
I get a lot of requests from folks who want to “make a go of it” on their own. And I can do that. I do it well. But. Providing the means doesn’t provide the self-incentive needed to achieve the desired goals. Providing the means can’t provide the motivation to do the work needed to succeed. Providing the means only creates the tools and functions necessary to get there if someone is willing to apply themselves and do the work.
Reality? Most people want you to do it for them while they, doing nothing, reap the benefits. I don’t sanction that kind of attitude or that kind of behavior. I certainly won’t enable it.
Taking a Breath…Or Is It Limbo?
I seem to be stuck in some sort of hazy holding pattern today — very unlike me. Tuesday, I watched Obama become President, and, as someone else said somewhere, I can proudly say “my President” again, something that has not been true for eight, if not sixteen, years, but especially these last eight with GW Asshole. Wednesday and Thursday were hell days, though. Kind of a “back to work” nightmare with emergencies to handle with a client’s email and DSL troubles and bookkeeping/tax work to accomplish. Then there was the “lasted into the wee hours” meeting with business associates. After all that, I went to bed promising myself that I would get back into my “regular working routines” tomorrow.
Well, tomorrow is today, and today was like this vague daze. I walked around unable to even contemplate doing anything productive. Oh, I tried, all right, but every time I sat down to approach a project, my brain just went on standby. I couldn’t even line out a decent priority to-do list of what remains on my plate to get finished by the end of the month.
Just not like me.
My mother calls it taking a breath. Or is this limbo? Whatever it is, I can’t seem to fight it, so I might as well take the rest of what’s left of today off with good will and acceptance.
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On a positive note ending this post, when the WordPress told me “no misspellings found,” it gave me a grin. Thanks, WP. I needed that!
One Thousand Raindrops
I sit outside at morning twilight and listen to a thousand raindrops. It’s quiet, except for the raindrops…and the wind (I think). But, wait, there is no wind, no movement in the treetops. Is it, then, the lake, its waves? No. That underlying roar is raindrops hitting a thousand roofs. One thousand raindrops each upon a thousand rooftops while humans mostly sleep. Good morning.