Square One and a Half

I have nothing to write.

Tuesday finds me at this "dumb screen" (my Luddite wife's term) trying to find a way to procrastinate.  I have other work to do:  Yard work and household chores.  I have washed the morning's dishes.  Later on this week I will go back to work, to tackle the never-ending paperwork that lines the halls of bureaucracy.

Yet the ceaseless job of the wordsmith remains.  I call this being back to square one and a half, wherein one has the resources, time and ability but no objective, no goal.  Every realm of existence has this dilemma.  Sometimes our tendency toward ritualism dulls us to the fact that our minds must be active, that our choices must be conscious, that our lives must be lived.

Between the last paragraph and current one, twenty four hours have passed.  I decided to wash the exterior of our house, finish this week's yard work, clean the gutters, apply bug poison, and wash and fold three loads of clothes.  Today will be easier.  I want to pick at least two buckets of blackberries from out back (which my family members love to eat, even though none of them will help me pick. They say they are afraid of the snakes, the lazy bums!)

But once I am in, the ongoing work will remain:  Drawing up a workshop syllabus;  editing something that I allegedy finished;  identifying my next project;  moving beyond Square One and a Half.

Next stop for me (and hopefully you):  Square Two!

Always B Positively Positive!