Start Over

Some days a juicy topic falls right into my lap. 

It’s delivered by the news, or comes to me from an obscure place hidden in a conversation.  On those days it doesn’t happen, I resort to my treasure chest of comments from the past.  If none of those pique my interest, like today, I sometimes just start writing on a topic to see where it takes me.  On those very rare occasions where I get several sentence into a subject and realize I’m still really not very interested in exploring the details of my chosen topic, I would dump the notion and then start over. 

  That’s not to say there aren’t a host of things happening on the public scene that wouldn’t serve to be talked about...a lot even.  I just happen to feel at the time of consideration, that all the freshness has been chewed out and there’s nothing left to be said.  That’s shorthand for: why bother? 

   I was pondering how often that happens in mid-January.  In the summer months there seemed to be an abundance of sun and water to spur me to activity; and then of course there’s grilling out, one of my all time fun things to do. So what’s the deal with the first of the year?  Where’s the meat that gets the mind churning on excitement?  My feeble guess defaults to: the weather.  Suddenly I’m transformed to the homilies from my grandmother blaming everything on the weather.  So, why we don’t hold weathermen in some kind of collective contempt?  Perhaps mostly because we know it’s not their fault if the weather is foul.  We just all agree a get-out-of-jail card is given whenever the weather goes against our plans. 

  January is traditionally the heart of winter, so of course the sky complies with all of its shades of gray; the plants that are not outright dead look pathetic enough to encourage a sympathetic soul to come along and pluck them out of the ground as a mercy killing.  I have tasks to accomplish, but they don’t seem a glad substitute to sitting behind a keyboard whining about not having a fertile mind that can churn up marvelous adventures on command.  I once possessed a disposition like that, it was totally unwelcomed at profound ceremonies like funerals or invocations involving right of passages recitations.  I came up with the silliest things when large crowds of people had to stand (or sit) totally quiet.  I suppose it was the absurdity of that happening; where many human beings were required to be still in one place and do nothing but observe.

    I get bored. When I do I accept when that happens.  Double-digit numbers of people hanging around doing nothing, appearing bored…just watching, well that strikes me as more than odd, it’s comical.  I wonder why it seems un-natural if we’re not moving about?  It just feels like being still is not in our nature, (regardless of teachers demanding students be so).  

If we break the motion-is-lotion contract with life we get fat and ill; then ultimately we die before our time.  I suppose it’s like getting kicked out of the amusement park; or maybe that’s just me digging around to find something entertaining to think and then write about.  Stranger things have been suggested; like say, a platinum trillion dollar coin.  C’mon people come back to the real.  Life doesn’t have to be complicated to be reasonable.