March 23, 2014
James, James Morrison's Mother
James, James Morrison's Mother
There
are days we can lose ourselves − that’s too dramatic . . .There are days we
misplace ourselves, then stumble around wondering where to start looking.
This is not an every-Sunday occurrence
with me, but it happens more Sundays than I’d like to think. It happens often enough
you would think I’d begin paying attention, to come up with countermeasures. But:
I never plan to misplace myself; I only look up and I’m gone, “How’d that
happen? Now what?” And − here’s the difficulty − I have no answer to either
question. I can’t say, “Wait. This happened, then this happened, then this;
that’s how we got here.” But I don’t know where here is, and I can only say, “I
remember this happened, then . . . I’m drawing a blank.”
But, with luck I do stumble onto that place to start and
there, a bit dusty in any-old-corner, there I am. Good thing − or I couldn’t get to work in the
morning. That would be a shame.
A new
feature: Sundays at Go Around Back. Quotes of the week – from various
sources. And the Sunday Funnies. This week: Pogo.
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