Taking a seat now after a few phone talks and some due thought. The Kookaburra is on the front fence with Leo, the new horse, standing just behind. This Kookaburra is a right nutter. I think it’s the cross eyed one who slammed into the front windows in full flight in February.
JUST FOR TODAY
I am in practice mode for the May blogging. Since I’ve chosen the Cliché theme, best I work out what I’m doing with that. I have of late been getting indigestion trying to swallow hard to digest lumps of life that I have been seeing on TV or reading on the net. Nothing wrong with Noble Causes and Outrages, I guess – except that I have a personality and character that run wild with it. I either sink into despair, become vicious or run amok. And I get ill, as I have been doing. It also distracts me nicely from my own doings and affairs.
I remember first encountering the concept of JUST FOR TODAY. I was in Rozelle Mental Hospital having lost everything including most functioning sections of my Brain. Or Mind. Who knows which is which and who cares. All I knew was that Insanity was Nigh. The Powerful Intellect with which I had been diagnosed in the 1960s was fried and all the theories about Life by which I had lived had led me to the bed in the Nuthouse Fishbowl.
I was well aware that I needed to keep my thinking within a very short timespace or lose the plot entirely and perhaps permanently. That’s where I began the discipline of thinking JUST FOR TODAY amongst other tight personal mental regimes. It worked.
So here I am in the 21st Century, a place I wasn’t sure I would reach and in which I have been tempted out into the Wildlands of Thought once more. Nothing very loopy. Just the News and Protesters’ views. They lead to a certainty that the END IS NIGH. Drifting out of the DAY and into the Bigger Picture has led me to such conclusions as :
- the world WILL end in 2012
- unless the tsunami or earthquake strikes first
- Julia Gillard will compel me to retrain for a job in a fish and chips shop
- in which case my health will fail me
- and leave me living in a cockroach infested fibro flat
- which I can barely afford
- whilst my children and grandchildren dwell on unhappily and poverty stricken
- but unable to pay for my funeral
The thinking can also escape the confines of the day and take itself back into other times, leading me then to such conclusions as :
I should never have chosen to go to teacher’s College in 1968
nor married the man I did
and probably I caused some abnormality in my offspring
which could have easily been avoided
just as I could easily have taken better care of my parents in their dotage
except of course that my genetic background of Devon Peasants, Irish Convicts and ousted Scottish Highlanders never really gave me a chance.
Whilst acknowledging that both Past and Future are wonderful worlds to explore, JUST FOR TODAY, I am focussing on the extremely useful concept of exploring the Here and Now. I shall take a look at the JUST FOR TODAY card and see how I went today. First – a song.