Like most people, I live in three dimensions. There are some out there who live in four dimensions. Their lives are very complicated because they have more space in which to lose track of things. However, those who live in four dimensions have more time to get stuff done, and for this I envy them. And those in five dimensions, their lives are a lost cause. They wander around, happy, no questions asked.
Here, in three dimensionia, spring has sprung big time. The leaves are on the trees and the grass is growing fast. The patches of remaining snow are miniscule. The air is fresh and fragrant. Tonight I heard a robin singing it’s heart out. He badly wants a mate. And at about the same time, Pete and I saw a gaggle of geese heading south.
The outside world beckons – in winter the indoor world beckons. Right now the very best that I can do is to breathe deeply and focus on the tasks at hand. I will become adept at moving forwards and backwards.
I guess I’ll do this by sticking to my regular schedule. I have spent time in the past two weeks at the recycling center. I am thinking that the work there might be winter work. We’ll see. I’m going to need some guidance.
My muse is now bald from having to deal with me. She’s pulled all her hair out. I am thinking about getting her a wig and also a set of ear plugs. This way, she won’t have to listen to me, and her real hair will grow back. It used to be red, bet it comes back in grey. Yes, I’m one tough customer. She’s quick to remind me that she did not chose to live with me; rather, she was assigned to me.
Tomorrow, I will move forward, work some on the book. And backward, continue the major reorganizational project.
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