I know why I am back at the computer! I'm avoiding getting back to painting. I don't know what I want to paint and my brain won't shut down long enuf to get into a painting mode.
I got to thinking about memory. What would it be like to have a photographic memory? Some people do!! What would it be like to start telling someone about the wonderful thing you just read - yesterday or even this morning? Possibly an hour ago? I have friends who can do that with no energy expended at all! No sweat! click, click,click they spout it out!
I knock on my memory's door, knowing full well that something I saw, read or heard, is there behind that door, maybe in the corner in the dark, but it is there. If I could see the door, I am sure there is an "OUT TO LUNCH" sign on it!! Frustration personified. When I was conceived, was there a dearth of genes marked memory? Tis not totally a thing of age because I have always been deficient to some degree in that department.
I recall parties - middle school age, probably- where a tray loaded with twenty or thirty small things were passed before your eyes for 30 seconds of perusal and you were supposed to write down everything you could remember. I flunked big time. I happened to have been an A student, not my memory though. It got a D- ! Remember Ancient History class and all those dates to remember? Pure Torture.
OK, I have vented. Back to painting.
annotation: March 24, 2012
I just discovered what my problem is. I have a mental termite.!!!
Nell Mohney proclaimed in her column today that procrastination is a mental termite! If I had bats in my belfry would they take care of that?