To paraphrase that 17th century philosopher Rene Descartes — I wonder, therefore I am.
I’ve been wondering a lot lately. Seems like yesterday I was wondering what to wear to the prom. Today I’m wondering where my Medicare card got off to. I’m wondering where my glasses went and why I’ve started walking funny when I get out of the car. I’m also wondering if my retirement fund will last as long as I do, and worst of all, I wonder who that old woman is looking back at me from the mirror.
Lordy, I must be Wonder Woman!
Back in the day one of the courses required of every female student was home economics. I don’t remember learning any economics, but I do recall sewing a housecoat (we called them dusters back then). It was so misshapen, the right arm hole was down around my hip. I realized then that sewing was not to be my strong suit.
I’m a bit distracted because I’m watching the last episode of “The Sopranos”. If I hear the “F” word one more time or see anyone else’s finger cut off with a meat cleaver, I must discontinue television.
The good thing is, I signed a contract today for a book deal. The book doesn’t have a title because my editor hasn’t figured out who we are trying to reach.
As the years fly by, remembering where I put my car keys has become a challenge, but the memories of growing up in Small Town, Mississippi, are as crisp and clear as a summer morning.
I’ve always operated under the assumption that puttering about with no real mission is a waste of time bordering on sinfulness (idleness and all that). Now I discover that puttering may be the gateway to creativity and may even be very good for our health.
So, today I’m puttering and proud of it. I feel better already just thinking of a day of puttering without pressure or anxiety.