Temporary Disconnect

There was a low-flying vulture in this sky shot and I missed it. That’s the way it’s been lately. Off target all around.

Can anyone identify this odd, thorny shrub I found during a walk on campus this week? I brought a tick back to the office that day and I was thankful that a co-worker flicked it off my back before it held on. Thirty-six hours later, that tick that found its way back to me. That’s incredible. When it appeared out of nowhere on my wrist, I walked it outside and heartlessly beat it to smithereens. The flushing toilet option came to mind but I heard they’ll crawl back up the bowl to get you.

My state of mind isn’t important. I call it temporary disconnect. Others I know refer to the same disorder as a prolonged brain fart. Whatever.

Our pond was professionally cleaned and power washed a few weeks ago. Before I turned the power on, I took a snapshot of the biological filter behind the waterfall.

Spring cleaning uncovers the colorful rock bed

and lily roots in the shallow end, about a foot under.

It was sub-freezing that week. Two feet under, stunned fishcicles waited for high noon under the sun.

A friend joined me while I admired the brilliant clarity of the pond water. Through all that cleaning, life in the pond remains.

In the bottom of my handbag, there are a few pieces of nicotine gum left to chew. I will be completely off the drug by this weekend, actually. I hope I don’t blow up or something. Been Lil’ Non-Smoky for two months today. Maybe by finally ridding of the bit of nicotine absorbed into my bloodstream every day will help bring back my smooth organizational skills and ability to multi-task. Boy, I dislike that noun/verb so much. I’m going to take this further.

Multi-task. Ugh. A word that’s terribly over-used. Its meaning is overrated, too, but it’s what makes the world go around, I guess. Fortunately for us, all those multi-taskers out there save the day. But I really want to know why it’s so damned important to be a super MTer?

“This position requires blah blah blah…and the ability to multi-task in a fast-paced environment, accurately meet deadlines, blah blah blah...”

Good MTers should be proud of themselves but also know that chronic MTing can be hazardous to their health.

Our lives should be gentler.

And easier. Every night should be American Idol night with the dogs.

Somebody move over!