An English In Kentucky

 

 

 

Today

 

Contact

 

Past

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

October 19th 2009

pinchpot01.jpg (25462 bytes)

    The old me might not have known that today was Monday.  

    I might have pottered through to the dinner hour wistfully contemplating the  characteristics of Wooly Bear locomotion, or some other area were purpose joins with an open mind to float in a both aimless and happy manner.  But the new me is determined to no longer wend through one half of the year.  

    At night as I go to sleep there is a host of things to do.  But in the morning that host is gone.   The old me would have accepted this as a part of 'being'.  But the new me has become edgy and uncomfortable, bird-like in its movements, as its mind, which for so long was disciplined to respond to cold with aimlessness, is now uncomfortable with this need for purpose.  

 

    

    So I have made a long list of things that need to be done.  Some of which now appear obscure and illegible, because I wrote my list in unsharpened pencil.   But the list, whatever its content, sooths the furrowed brow, alleviates the twitching and nervousness, and is otherwise good for this new sense of purpose.  Which is why perhaps I carry the list around, patting it occasionally, referring to it, adding to it, subtracting from it.  

    A materialistic frame of mind would see this behavior as a classic expression of pointless idealism.  And it would be wrong for the new me to suggest that it is the materialistic frame of mind that has reduced 'being' to simply getting stuff done.

pinchpot02.jpg (23049 bytes)

tim candler

Previous  Next

 

(0ctober 19th 1781)