In a previous post from Gene Wilder* I, Ritchie Pryor, was told I appeared to have too much time on my hands. This thing made me go, hmmmm, with upturned eyes and a finger to the chin... As usual, Gene is right. (Gene, by the way people, is a most intelligent character from whom we all have much to learn.)
I mean, what else am I to do with my brilliant mind besides find ways to make time for pursuits that I deem more pleasurable than petty work tasks and shameful (not to mention BORING) workplace gossip?
Personally, I have found that I am one extremely efficient worker bee. Multi-tasking, schmulti-basking. I handle the day's workload on cruise control with a poise that would cause Queen Betty II to blush in humble deference. This live journal thing is also highly convenient, as I have discovered that through the over-use and -reliance on computers, my handwriting isn't what it used to be. And for that matter, neither is my handwriting stamina. My hand just can't take it. It cramps and throbs and I am constantly changing my grip trying to maintain legibility.
But I digress - from what exactly I cannot be sure =)
The only thing left that I can think of saying is that with the crisp fall breezes, this year I feel a bit different. For one, I think either my thumb has arthritis or has carpel tunnel because it loves itself some spacebar. Ahem. Sorry about that. It is the end of my day and I have been watching the clock with hound dog eyes wishing for the clock to throw me the 5 o'clock bone. And since I am so dern efficient! I have little else to occupy my time, so I figured I may as well give us all something to read.
I can only hope that most of you have like a quarter of the amount of time that I have, lol, or else who will read this stuff?!
Right. Things feel different though at this moment in time. I love autumn so perhaps this is just me being hopelessly optimistic, and maybe my age is really starting to show, but as nature starts to "die" I feel more alive. (I hope none of you psych whizzes deem this as some sort of Freudian disaster.) I feel a sense of adventure coming over me and a desire to clear the board and begin things anew, much like Juliet Binoche in Chocolat when the North wind blows and she packs it up to move.
There are people I've been missing that I need to see, and there are places that haven't had the pleasure of entertaining me...
In short, I'm gettin' back in the game folks. I guess you could say I've been "retired," because I certainly have deviated from the go-getter I once spent so much time being. But I needed a break. It's hard to be so dern good so dern much of the time, lol. And so I've re-grouped, got me a game plan and the coach that is life is relieving me of picking the pine needles out my behind. As Wayne & Garth would say quite cheekily, "Dude, Game ON!"
*names have been changed because aliases provide greater insight into personalities and fun-ness =)
