J. Palmer

Hello, blank screen. I don’t know what words I want to populate you with. Perhaps there aren’t any words that’ll do. Maybe this morning is one where you’re just meant to be blank. Maybe. But I doubt it. You’re likely meant to be filled with a great number of words, so many that you scroll for what seems to be infinity. The problem is that I simply cannot think of anything worth wasting your time to display, as my words today simply don’t feel important enough.

I can’t remember whether it was Junior or Senior year English–I think it might’ve been Junior; but I once had a teacher that had us keep a journal for class, and our task was to write in that journal for the first five minutes of class. Some entries were prompted–as you might guess–while others were more of a “free-write”. Knowing that there are the occasions where one may face a block and not be able to come up with a topic on their own, we were instructed to do something similar to what I led this entry off with–just something somewhat random and perhaps nonsensical to get the creative writing juices flowing. I kind of wish I still had that journal, thinking back on it now, as I wonder how many pages look like this, and I wonder what sorts of odd things I wrote in order to pass the time.

I also wonder how many thoughts were interrupted by running out of time.

I wonder whether any of it would have been worth looking back on.

I wonder whether any of this will be worth looking back on, one day.

I wonder whether any of it matters.

I wonder why I even bother.

Well, I did have some time to do some journaling this morning, but I got distracted looking at an auction. Now, I’ve only enough time to write these few sentences before I leave. I really wish I had more time on my hands.

Oh, well.

Didn’t sleep all that well last night, apparently.

Took the big kid back to college, yesterday.

Had a chat with the youngest big kid the evening before, which didn’t really resolve anything, I don’t believe; it did, however, lead to an unfortunate disagreement in viewpoints between Ashlee and I. Yay. I’m an asshole.

Did some thrifting, both yesterday and the day prior. picked up a couple of cool little things. Unfortunately, a couple of the things we picked up are a couple more things that will require me to find time at some point to repair them. Yay. Additional projects.

The yard needs mowed and I still need to repair the fence. I can’t remember if I mentioned it, but the storms we had the other day took down a section of fence. The vines gathered enough water weight that they pulled it down; so, no, the dog got loose from being able to walk across the fence, not jumping it.

As usual, I have no desire to go to work, because there’s an ever growing list of things that I need to attend to here at home. Frankly, I’d rather skip work just to be lazy, because the thoughts of all the crap I need to do is kind of starting to stress me. That would be incredibly counter-intuitive, though.

Part way kicking my ass over not picking up an old mobile CB I saw for fifteen bucks when we were thrifting; it was a small 40 channel Midland, and had a matching speaker. I decided not to get it because there wasn’t a mic, and I didn’t want to waste additional time and money hunting down a replacement microphone. I probably should’ve picked it up, anyway.

I really can’t think of any other thoughts I want to mention right now, and time is running short, so I guess that’s it for this post.