August 23

This day has stumbled into being. The sun came out strong as could be then the clouds ran across the sky and shielded us from the glare. Every little bit the clouds move just enough for the sun to take a peek then it quickly gets hidden again. Storms are in the forecast, starting around noon and staying possible for a couple more days. 71 degrees here this morning and only 69 in Boulder City. It is a wonder there aren't more humped-back people here as often as we're forced to hunker down by the Missouri weather.

I'm having my usual problems this morning with the struggle for an interesting subject or any subject for that matter. I Guess I'll just go find something that I can copy and paste. I found an old one titled 'Thinking' and I mean nothing personal to anyone by adding it on here.

Thinking

It started out innocently enough.

I began to think at parties now and then to loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a "social thinker". I began to think alone ---- "to relax," I told myself ---- but I knew it wasn't true.

Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time.

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't stop myself. One day the boss called me in. He said, "Skippy, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."

This gave me a lot to think about. I came home early after my conversation with the boss.

"Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce! You think as much as college professors, and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep on thinking we won't have any money!"

"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently, and she began to cry.

I'd had enough. "I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door. I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the big glass doors.......they didn't open. The library was closed.

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night. As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, a poster caught my eye. "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked.

You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinker's Anonymous poster. Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker.

I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting. I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home.

Life just seemed.........easier...... somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.

Soon, I will be able to vote Democrat.