I give up. My brain is a mass of conflicting ideas, problems, concerns and a bit of an ear ache. Not sure where the ear ache fits in, but I’ll bet it’s a major contributor. It’s one of those days where I just can’t focus on the task at hand. If I wasn’t being so stubborn about it, I’d call it a day and just not post anything.
The problem so far has been about four great opening paragraphs but no conclusions.
First I thought I’d write about how my wife keeps loosing and finding her mother’s wedding ring. Great story there – especially the part where she dropped it down the sink in the lady’s room last night at church and how I rescued it by getting a wrench from my snow chain tool kit (from my car) and taking the drain pipe apart. Kind of funny stuff but after a couple of paragraphs, I started to think that I’d better ask Heather about that before I wrote it up. Seeing that she was at the opera this afternoon, I decided to shelve that idea and move on to something else until I could discuss the idea with her.
Then the phrase, “Got Milk?” kept popping into my brain and I thought I’d write this whole piece about how advertising was destroying America and is likely the prime cause of mental illness. After a few sentences the whole thing started to devolve into a weird thing about not needing the Marines to invade other countries because we could do it better with breath mints. So I deleted that whole thing and am hoping the NSA wasn’t watching me type all that out.
After that I thought I’d go back to the events of last night. It was our second annual crab feed fundraising dinner at the church. I was thinking of going for the joke about the event not being about feeding crabs but rather eating crabs. Since I’ve already done that in church I gave up on that idea. Instead I thought I’d write about putting one of the crosses I made two years ago into the silent auction and how someone actually bought it (paid real money for it), but then I remembered that I’ve not been in the workshop much this week so I’d need something short for my “Woodworking Wednesday” photo. So I am saving that for another day.
Then there is the column I’ve been thinking about writing for the church newsletter – a complicated metaphor about vessels carrying messages and how it’s important to have both a good vessel and a good message. I’ve been having trouble writing the piece so I thought I’d write a post about the writing process of a complex metaphor. After a few paragraphs both the metaphor and metaphorical analysis was so complex that even I couldn’t figure out what the heck I was trying to say.
When all else fails, sometimes I resort to cleaning my desk. Sometimes it clears my head. Sometimes I find a note or a scrap that triggers a better thought.
No, didn’t work and I didn’t get far when I found a certificate dated, February 27, 2014. It was signed by a lot of people I knew once for a short period of time – just six short weeks. I am thinking of getting this certificate framed. Rereading the words certainly cleared out a lot of thoughts. The text reads:
The Cancer Treatment Center
Department of Radiation Oncology
has successfully completed the prescribed course of Radiation Therapy with a high order of proficiency in the Art of being cheerful, outstanding in high courage, tolerant and determined in all orders given. It is recognized by our staff as an Honorable Achievement and we would like to congratulate you, on a job well done.
For today my message to you is simple, be grateful for the life you have, for the joy in your heart and for the strength that keeps you coming back everyday to carry on with the business of enjoying life.
Till next week,