Do Something

When you cannot find the motivation to do anything, do something.

That is a paraphrase of a piece of advice I saw on a video about getting out of a rut and getting moving again. For the life of me, I cannot remember which video it was, only that it was on a channel provided by my Roku... which brings me to where I was at when I happened on that ray of sunshine.

I have been streaming and binge watching to ridiculous degrees lately and while some of this has been because of a dental infection, I am sorry to admit that it has mostly been a lack of motivation. I've been waiting for inspiration and apparently watching dozens upon dozens of old episodes of Cheers and Star Trek does not inspire me to do anything more than continue to watch even more TV and melt into my couch.

So: I'm doing something. I'm writing about this rut I've been in for the last few weeks and the despair I've been feeling about losing sight of what it is I have planned to do and exactly how I am going to do it. At this moment I am still at a loss.

Admitting you have a problem is the first step, right? Well, here I am admitting it. 

There. I did something. I might just go and do something else. But it won't involve my Roku.

Scattered Daisies

Scattered by KK Domanski (Webb) 

Childhood Memories - 1

My big sister and I are two and a half years apart. When we were little, we spent a lot of time playing together, getting in trouble together, and of course, fighting. But most of my memories are of the fun times we had just pretending. I'll write more about those times, later. Right now, I am remembering the hearth bench that used to sit along the wall in our living room. It was a wonderful bench --- long and spacey underneath. Enough room for two small children to hide.

Our bedtime was unreasonably early, especially since we knew the best TV shows were on after 8 o'clock and our mom and -sometimes our two older sisters- were sitting in the nice, cozy living room enjoying the shows without us.

So we learned to get very, very sneaky. I don't remember whose idea that was, but I am fairly sure it was my sister's idea.  Of course. It must have been. 😏   Anyway, we would make our way down the stairs, crawl on our hands and knees through the kitchen and across the dining room floor, and into the living room, being very careful to stay close to the wall and out of sight of the couch. We would hide under that hearth bench and watch shows like "Wonder Woman" and "Charlie's Angels"... you know - the best of the late 70's shows. It was unbelievably satisfying to know that we were stealthy enough to never get caught.

Left to right: My sister and me

Thinking back, I suspect that my mom probably knew we were there at least some of the time, but she let us get away with it. Or it could be that she is deaf in one ear and we had that advantage...

That is probably my favorite memory with her. Well that, or the Baby Blue Detective Agency we formed with my best friend. That was a couple of years later. We were just like Nancy Drew or Trixie Belden.  😃

I end it here because it is as good a place as any and it continues.