Relative Something

I’m curious. If we were to plan a Hays family reunion weekend of camping, and pick the date a year in advance, what are the odds that it would turn out to be forecast for cloudy and good chance of rain showers? Just askin’.

And another thing, …what is it about the tendency to come up with a word for a sentence that I am composing that–surprise!–I just used about two sentences before, yet I don’t have a clue I have done it until I read it back later? I guess it should be no surprise that a particular word would occur to me again shortly after it already did moments ago. The part that gets me is when I don’t notice at the time it happens.

I don’t know why I would wonder about it. It fits right in there with the times when I think of something I intend to tell Cyndie, get her attention, with an introductory statement, and then stare helplessly when I find I have no idea what I was going to say. Let’s not even count the number of times I walk into a room and discover that I have no memory of what I was headed in there to do.

I love how issues like this are so often related to aging, even though it has happened to me my entire life. In the end, it probably falls back on being related to the level of hydration or something. What!? The brain is sensitive!

And this just in… I know how to tune a guitar and focus an image, but I have no clue how to know when to harvest something from a garden. I can tell you when it is finally too late. I’m pretty uninformed about growing food, but now I know what broccoli looks like when you let it go to flower. When you tune or focus, you go past the perfect spot and then come back again to the place that is optimal. With growing vegetables, you don’t get to go past perfect and then come back. I’m not really all that curious about this one, except maybe how a perfectionist manages growing food. The garden needs your supervision, Elysa!

And as long as I’m being curious, I don’t know how to decide whether to replace old appliances that have outperformed their life expectancy, before they finally give up and die at an inopportune time, especially when it is the furnace/AC and the clothes washer & dryer that both fall into that category? I usually fit it into the category of, “the money will need to be spent one way or another,” but that one always fails me because it gets stuck on the, “I’m a procrastinator” problem.

I tell you, it is amazing that I get anything accomplished in this world. You could even say it is “curious.”