Monday, March 28, 2011


My minds wanders.  A lot.  And, where it goes, depends on where I am, what I’m doing, and even the weather.  I hardly notice what’s going on around me when I walk my dog every day.  Some days, my mind has wandered to a place where, when I come back to reality, Tucker and I have already covered two or three miles.  These wanderings are usually centered around my current life- either my daughters or the plans for the day or Hubs—the latter often a result of him making me mad how wonderful he is.  If people could actually hear the conversations (yes, I have conversations with myself in my mind) that take place in my head—they would most likely wish they had a direct line to the state mental facility.  No wonder I lose track of the time- these conversations are a sure sign of lunacy profound.  Of course, if it’s really cold I am thinking about how cold it is and, if it’s really hot I'm thinking how I'd really like to smack someone about how hot it is.  

My mind will also wander while I’m washing dishes or cooking.  A little mind wander lust is not that big of a deal while washing the dishes however, when there is cooking going on, it’s not always a good idea.  I’ve forgotten whether or not I added an ingredient or two or simply forgotten to add something altogether.  I’ve misread recipes or skipped entire steps.  I’ve put things in the oven with turning the oven on.  Same thing with the burners on top of the stove.  I’ve also forgotten to set the timer.  All because my mind was off on a field trip.  The drudgery routine of housework will send my mind reeling about what a total waste of time housework is how Hubs will walk in and begin the dirty up the house process the wonders of life itself.  In the shower I am thinking about how I have GOT to lose this weight the new steam shower that’s been sitting on the FRONT porch for 2 years waiting on Hubs to get the bathroom remodeled the happenings of the upcoming day or what I need to do that I’ve been putting off forever and a day.   

But stormy days are the best days to get lost in my thoughts.  Stormy days take my mind back to my childhood.  I have loved storms since I was a child.  I mostly remember the storms of summer which came along every afternoon bringing sheets of rain, booming thunder, and crackling lightning.  Those were the days before central air conditioning so our windows were open and the winds that accompanied those summer storms caused the sheers hanging in front of the windows to billow out like sails and then float, slowly back to their original position before the next wind came through the screens and repeated the hypnotizing process.  If the wind was particularly strong, the sheers would rush straight out into the room and then float back down—until we rushed around and closed the windows because the next thing to come rushing into the rooms was the rain.  Some days we had to rush outside to get the clothes off the clothesline before they got wet but, when there were linens on the line, I would stand between the sheets as they blew all around me and breathe in their clean, fresh air aroma.  The smell that was left behind when the storms left was so fresh and clean and grassy (and no matter what they say, no one has ever been able to reproduce this smell in a fragrance).  These summer wonders only last a half hour or so, but they were quite enjoyable and have certainly provided me with treasured, sensory memories.  

My mind wanders so many times during the course of a day mostly into thoughts about the present and the past—oddly, I rarely venture into the future—sometimes resolving bothersome issues, sometimes recalling a particularly smile inducing event brought about by the four lovelies, sometimes lamenting over a frown inducing discussion with Hubs, sometimes revisiting my childhood and, other times, merely arguing redundant issues a philosophical position with myself.  

And I’m pretty sure this is perfectly normal…as long as I don’t venture out of my mind and begin talking out loud...or start walking around with glazed eyes and a stupid smile on my face...right?  

This is the 28th day of NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) for the month of March. The theme for this month is: in a word! My chosen word for today is: THOUGHTS.

A SPECIAL SHOUT-OUT HERE:  It's Deanie's boytoy's BIRTHDAY!  Happy Birthday Nichol-ass!  We love you!!!



  1. ...or realize your mouth has been moving to your imaginary conversation while out in public and someone's giving you an odd stare. Not that that's happened to me. Never.

  2. Kara- I have no idea what you are talking about. LOL

  3. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one with a wandering mind...I do a lot of the same types of things :)

  4. Kathy- It's nice to know that I am in good company!

  5. Boy, I remember that 'rushing outdoors to get the clothes off the line' when it looked like rain! What scares me is when I'm driving and my mind is wandering to the extent that I don't recall driving a certain stretch of road. Yikes!

  6. Judy- That has only happened to me twice and you are right- it was scary!

  7. Ah, yes, my mind goes out for a field trip once in a while. I was hoping it was normal, thank goodness I am not the only one.
    Love the memories of childhood summers.


  8. Susan- I know, I'm glad I'm not alone in this either!

  9. I too have a busy mind too. It's amazing what goes through our minds.
    You such a great writer. Thank you for sharing.
    Take care an God Bless!!

  10. Julie- It really is amazing, isn't it? Or scary...LOL

  11. My brain is always active, you are far from alone :)

  12. Lindy- That's always good to know!


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