I need a lot of distractions these days. Not big distractions like going on an amazing trip or anything, although if someone wants to provide me with one I would not turn it down.
I can’t seem to stay focused on anything for very long. My activities flit around just like my brain does. I have crossword puzzles started, crochet waiting for me, a filthy bathroom, a kitchen that needs major attention, enough dust on my end tables on which to write the great American novel and a constant open coloring book on the kitchen table.
I still go to the pool every morning, teach the kids and sometimes even take an extra exercise class, so it’s not like I’m turning into a recluse. On the way home I swear I will not turn on the news, I won’t get sucked in again, I will strap on my metaphorical Kevlar big girl bra and an aluminum foil Tom Terrific hat to protect me from the insanity around me and get something worthwhile done.
My basement is a mess. The garage needs some serious attention. I should either make Margarita’s or take the car over to the car wash and vacuum out the street salt. And I should turn the damned TV off and get off of the computer so I am not consumed with disturbing news. Yup. I have tons to do. But I don’t want to. Apparently I need some more distractions. . .so I color. See the pretty picture? Namaste.
I know, Mary. It’s like the Kraken was released on November 8th and now we are glued to our devices like “krak(en)” addicts because we just can’t stop. I feel like nothing is getting done anywhere, no conversations, no novels, no nothing that isn’t overrun by the state of the nation….weird….coloring sounds nice.