My latest invention--well,wish for an App, and cause for Big Daddy to hang his head and palm his face with a disbelieving grin that said, are we really having this conversation??--yes, my latest invention is: Think-o-Grams.
I was walking to the bus stop yesterday on my way to work and I had SO MANY thoughts going through my head. I wanted to jot them all down. But, I couldn't stop or even jot-n-walk lest I miss my 11 a.m. freakishly-on-schedule ride. I wished for a way to have my thoughts somehow recorded straight from my brain and sent to me in a document. A Think-o-Gram. Because, pausing to write thoughts down or recording them by speaking aloud is disruptive to the thinking process itself, and in case of the latter, might have me looking a bit crazy, like I'm talking to myself (even though that is what I'd actually be doing...)
Anyway...La-dee-da-dee-dee...I'm walking along. I pass a house with daffodils in the yard. Nay, not blooming daffodils, but dried up, brown, shrivelled, past-their-glory daffodils. I'm shocked, SHOCKED! We have just entered the double digit days of February! The signs of Spring are coming and going before my very eyes, before I can even take note! I see some purple irises across the street. I wonder if the irises in my own backyard have bloomed unnoticed by me! Oh, no!! I consider turning back toward home to check.
Oh, whew!! Passing another house with daffodils still abloom. I'm cutting it close for the bus, but decide to stop and take a photo anyway. All these thoughts in my head today with my oatmeal, though I didn't have oatmeal and would have liked to have had some for lunch, but already running late so, I shoved a bagel and apple and carrots into my purse as I rushed out the door. Time for a photo? Ack, I know I will regret not taking it because I already regret not snapping a shot of the shriveled ones.

I'm relieved to see this second cluster of Spring-y specimens. Maybe those first daffodils were early bloomers. Kind of sad that they rushed to bloom and now are gone. Like a 17 year old kid who gets a DUI, and then another DUI at 21, leaving six people dead in her wake. Terrible. Horrible. That rush to bloom and then shriveling up, thinking all the glory is in being the blossom, when the beauty is really in the becoming, the slowly unfolding, the taking note of the sun's rays reaching and warming just that tiny bit of exposed freshness, savoring the sensation before stepping a little further into the light, like getting used to a hot bath, one toe at a time, and noticing and marveling details like the incongruency of that heat causing goosebumps. Yes, basking in moments, not rushing through them.
So, I missed my bus. By like, 30 yards. If I hadn't stopped to take the picture, I probably would have been to the corner and could have waved for the driver to wait for me. But, then I wouldn't have had a picture to go with this post. Plus, I suddenly had a half and hour on my hands to jot down notes about what I was thinking about, since, alas, the reality of Think-o-Grams might be a ways into the future. Better to sit and write than to wait on that bus to arrive.
So, that's what was running through my head yesterday. Thank you for listening.
And, please, slow down, People. Pace yourselves. Savor. There are roses--and daffodils--to be sniffed.

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