In limbo
Feeling good today, not good enough to do anything strenuous, so I just spent a little time straightening up inside the camper. Right now, I'm in limbo, not the dancing under a stick kind of limbo, the kind of limbo where your mind doesn't know what direction to take.
Having completed the one track my mind has been on for most of the summer, my mind has now jumped the tracks and become rudderless. See how easily I blended a railroad metaphor and a boating metaphor?
But never mind the literary brilliance of that. I'm now in a position where my mind needs to latch onto something that can occupy its time, and since my mind is empty at the moment, almost anything can jump into it and take over my life, so I have to be very careful about what I let into my brain. I don't want to overtax my limited mental capacity, and at the same time, I must avoid my mind staying idle for too long, lest something terrible take root and grow. Remember, the idle mind is the devil’s toolshed.
Life is so easy for multitasking people; when they finish one task, another one slides over into its place, and they continue onward as if nothing happened. But for a single-track brain like mine, life is a struggle. Good or evil, fat or thin, boondocking or buying a house in California and becoming a beach bum. When one track ends, without careful attention to detail, another track may send me careening down the bitter path of a homeless person or a bank president. Which will more than likely be a homeless bum, considering I already have the looks and the wardrobe for it.
Theboondork
Sandhill cranes at the Bosque Del Apache.
Fall at the Bosque Del Apache…. The only thing missing in this picture is ME !!