Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.
– "The Essential Rumi"
While walking down a street in Huntington, Long Island, Billy Joel stumbled upon an old piano set out on the street to be thrown away.
Ever "The Piano Man," Joel stands at the piano and pounds out a rag-time tune.
Man, you ROCK! That was one swinging piano.
To the untrained eye, that instrument was useless.
But "The Piano Man" knew better.
He said it was perfectly good—just needed a new finish and a tuning to come back to life.
I wrote that into my blog, The Best Damn Writer's Blog on the Block, a couple of days ago.). I used Joel's philosophy for a couple of my books, taking old worn-out content and giving them new life.
And now I'm here on this Tuesday, determined to meet my deadline—a self-imposed deadline, nobody has my feet to the fire. And although I want to post positive content, I'm not feeling positive today.
I woke up this morning at 4 A.M. What time did I go to bed? 11:30, that's not much sleep. No wonder I'm loopy. I suppose everyone hits a slump once in a while. (Abraham says, "Pet your cat. Take a nap.”) The cat is right beside me. I just gave him a stroke which made me feel better. My little dog is at my feet. Bless her heart. They get up when I do.
I'm still slogging through my Real Estate Training—going through Oregon Real Estate Laws is enough to fry the brain. As I add hours onto my already completed, 111.18 out of 150, I feel that the early information is slipping away. But hey, they taught me about the foundation footing, sill plate, floor joists, framing, roof joists, ridge board, interior and exterior sheathing, siding,—I thought I was going to sell houses, not build them, but really, I like building houses, planning them, not carpentry—that's my daughter's forte'. (See, we're going to be a team—two Real Estate Agents for the price of one.)
Yesterday, I spent the afternoon at the DMV office getting my driver's license renewed. I was concerned about the vision test, although it was a breeze. See, I have test anxiety already. When I took vision training years ago, they said taking the DMV vision test without glasses declared us with 20/20 vision. I don't know if that's true, for the test has gotten simpler. My concern was that I've had cataract surgery between DMV tests. I highly recommend Interocular lens replacements. My vision is great! With my new lens the world became clear, sharp, and beautiful. Bless those researchers, doctors, inventors.
When I woke up this morning, I was trying to remember how many years I had gone away for my birthday. It's coming up this weekend. Maybe that's adding to my melancholy—like what have I not accomplished so far? Isn't that a shame that we use those milestones to set ourselves up for disapproval? My daughter just said (yes, she got up too) that she feels like a kid inside, but others are treating her as older, and now she's feeling it. Hey stop it, I'm 32 years older than you.
A trip will clear my brain. My darling niece will be visiting me. I will come home enlightened. (Lighter?)
I'm out of here.
Love to you,