Over the
past few days, I have not acted normally.
And that is wonderful!
In the wee
small hours of Sunday morning, decided to stud the edge of Tom & Nina’s
scrapbox with ½” pearls, set 2” apart, instead of trimming it with ribbon as
planned. It didn’t hit me until later,
long after the entire box was completed, that the pearl-trimmed edge mirrored
an architectural element in the far background of the photo that graced the
lid. Happenstance? At the time, I thought, “Serendipity!” Now…
Not so sure.
About an
hour before the party honoring the two kicked off, I crafted a “spacer” for the
12” x 14” box out of a piece of extra 12” x 12” black scrap paper. It basically made itself. No conscious thought on my part, although I
was aware that the contents kept shifting.
Alas, the paper spacer kept collapsing – solved, when I simply rolled up a
piece of paper & slipped it inside, creating enough tension to maintain its
integrity. Eureka
Last night,
I was tired. Bred-in-the-bone
tired. John & I were picking up a
few things at the grocery store, then we were headed down to Miss Philly Grill
for dinner, because I was NOT up to cooking.
As we shopped, it hit me that what I really wanted on such a dank, dark
evening was a nice hot plate of spaghetti – and I had a large jar of yummy sauce at home,
along with a box of campanelli pasta (bell-shaped, captures the sauce). What didn’t process until we were eating
three hours later was that the amount of time it took to make the dish &
let it simmer long enough to develop a full, satisfying flavor was also the
amount of time it took for me to bake 175 mini cupcakes for today’s Cupcake
Lady activity at the New Church Day picnic (looking forward to when we have a
regular-sized oven & the same task takes 45 mins!).
I hadn’t consciously calculated the time &
very light required energy in my head, but it’s pretty darn clear that
something up there toted up the advantages.
With
three (3) such instances over as many
days, am delighted to announce that I am clearly getting thoughtless. As in arriving at good solutions without
going through the conscious process of thinking. It is an amazing feeling. Especially at the ripe old age of 61!
Am getting more & more thoughtless, and
that is a VERY good thing!!
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