March 13, 2014
Without action, a great
idea fizzles into the abyss, never to be seen again. Or so you imagine.
Actually, it sits, lying, waiting, for the next time you are unable to write it
down, notate it onto your Ipod, laptop, desktop, back of a co-op grocery
receipt, ink it on your palm. Tell it to a friend, asking them to remind you
about it later. Call your home phone, leave yourself a message about the
brilliant idea. Right. You don’t have a home phone.
So many grand plans go awry
since I typically cannot recall what I had for breakfast, unless I left the dishes in the sink, as a
reminder. Worked at making up a little ditty about it, with a catchy tune.
Later, I cannot remember the tune, let alone the scheme.
I wander aimlessly, most of
the time, in my own world, coming up with ways to solve the world
issues-famine, life-threatening diseases, poverty, unemployment, and teaching
the cat to clean his own litter box. One genius moment at a time.
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