Monday, November 16, 2015

Second Weekend in November


Sixty degree temps in the middle of November prompted a trip outdoors to get down to the yard work put off for too many weekends to count. The fallen, blown leaves ankle deep needed to be curbed, shrubbery grown out of control needed to be tamed, and trash by way of empty cups and assorted wrappers resting atop and buried within the ankle deep fallen leaves needed to be properly disposed.

And so, for several hours over the two weekend days I raked, pruned, and collected trash to be disposed. Work mostly done on auto-pilot usually means the mind (mine, anyway) wanders. My wandering mind settled on a list, which is not surprising, of rampant and recent annoyances, which is kind of surprising.

In no particular order:

Folks who won't use trash receptacles to properly dispose of their trash.

Neon signs that scream "open" when the establishment is in fact, closed.
And businesses without posted hours of operation. AND businesses that have posted hours
but do not adhere to them consistently.

Folks who use "actually" in a manner that is . . . superfluous, to say the least.

Bombs. I cannot imagine being in a space directly impacted by the act of bombing. But, even from afar, I am annoyed. Angry, even.

Just to name a few.

I am grateful for the sixty degree days and the opportunity to wrangle the yard into shape for I know the other side of the weather coin is but a pattern away. I am grateful too, for having a mind--even if it does wander--even if the wandering leads to less than pleasant thoughts. Those too, can be productive, in time.

But, that's a thought for another day.

#MicroBlog Monday.  

 

15 comments:

  1. Oh, MG, I've been thinking about the people in line of the bombs too. I read about Adel Termos (here: http://www.pri.org/stories/2015-11-13/fathers-split-second-decision-during-bombings-beirut-saved-countless-lives) leaving his daughter and jumping on a suicide bomber. What kind of courage does that take? An amazing man.

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    1. I have a hard (and harder) time wrapping my head around what it takes to be in those spaces and having certain choices foisted upon you. Just, wow.

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  2. I love where your mind wanders. And I agree with 35jupiterdrive... Adel Termos is an amazing man. Was an amazing man. That is a hero, for sure.
    I think I might be a superfluous "actually" user... :) And I too wonder so much about those people who don't seem to recognize what a garbage can is.

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    1. Actually, since you don't write in such a manner, all is well. :-)

      Litterers, ugh.

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  3. Bombs make me think of insanity. A profound disrespect for life and humanity. No wonder you sought to create order out of the chaos.

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  4. Getting to a gratitude list amidst the wanderings of the mind is such a positive outcome. So not all mindless wanderings of the mind turn out to be non-productive.

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  5. I get those thoughts when I clean the house. I am better at taking care of the inside vs. the outside. We need a day of lawn work like that.

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    1. Indoor chores are typically broken into multiple small jobs. Rarely time to wander. ;-)

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  6. I think if I were to start a list of annoyances these days, I might not be able to stop. Better to center on the good stuff and enjoy the weather while it lasts.

    (And I think I may be an 'actually' abuser. I promise to be more mindful.)

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    1. Oh, I could go on and on and on. And then. . . Minnie Riperton.

      And yes, enjoyed being out in the sun very much.

      I don't hearthat in your writing. I'd say you are mindful.

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  7. I get so weary of the word "literally" being bandied about incorrectly.

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