November 6, 2010

  • Stray Thoughts and Loose Ends

    Maybe everyone who loses a lot of weight has thoughts like this:  catching sight of myself in a mirror, I was struck by how baggy my clothes are.  I would look like a waif, if the concepts “waif” and “crone” were not mutually exclusive.

    I have set myself up to need to get some work done before I crash tonight.  My bed is covered with icy, snowy, dripping spruce boughs, laid out on a sheet over a waterproof layer of flattened feed sacks.  I fervently hope they will be dry enough to work into wreaths long before bedtime.  Meanwhile, I’m working on ribbons, cones, frames, etc., while they dry, and also occasionally sopping up the puddles on my bed lest they find a gap in the waterproof cover.

    Loose ends from Thursday’s entry:  As I wrote and from time to time since then, I’ve reflected on my games-and-sports history.  One conclusion I reached is that I used to be a lot less interested in winning games than I was in pleasing people.  I got a lot of negative feedback for being a winner, and in my youth that really hurt.  Another insight involves the relative ease with which I could focus and apply myself to each of those new pursuits then.  It’s not that easy any more.

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