This, That and the Other Thing3:31 PM
For your delight and edification, I am languishing on the couch this beautiful winter day. Geometry's done. History's done. Chemistry, here I come. (Someday I'll get to it, between sniffles and Kleenexes.) It's not really necessary for you to know it, but it explains why I am able to justify a whole hour on Blogger, writing about nothing in particular.
And it explains the socks. I like socks. They're wondrous inventions. I was going somewhere with this. Oh, yes. Blogger. I was about to explain that I've been having a think-a-thon these past few weeks. Usually I'm too busy to think anymore, which explains the ethereal inspirational posts of late rather than diatribes and common sense. But I have, no worries, been thinking. I've just been thinking that nobody's very interesting in my thinking.
|Spirey's going to need some housecleaning, I see.|
I've also been thinking about randomness. Do you have any idea how many unique, random, clever, klutzy people are out there? I'm starting to see that claiming to be ordinary would be the most extraordinary thing of all. There seems to be a surplus of randomness claiming to be more random than the randomness down the street. Does that mean coherency will be back in demand?
But then I'm out of luck, because I am not coherent. I am very random, but not very unique. When this blog came to be, I slaved over the name. Names and my ability to hit upon the right one are mutually exclusive for me, so it's amazing I settled down with Big House in the Little Woods at all. But I did, and I thought it particularly clever - until I realized a bed and breakfast, a blog and another website all thought the same thing. My poor sister had to deal with me trailing after her, moping about how miserable my blog name was - how uncreative - how utterly pathetic. (I discovered she has a limit on patience.)
A long while before that, my mum told me that there's nothing new under the sun. I had (still have) the papers and plans for a series on girls in Biblical times, like American Girl, only Christian...and Hebrew. Then a series of the same ilk popped up in our tiny library. I was devastated.
And I wonder if there is nothing new under the sun, literally - if there is nothing that has not be thought of before? I try hard. Really, I do. I pondered how we could be quite sure that everybody's idea of blue or pink was truly universal. How do I know that blue for you is blue for me? Unfortunately, the one thing I knew nobody had ever thought up in the whole wide world...I forgot it five minutes after I said it.
I love school. Can I say it? I'm tired of hearing complaints of mid-terms and finals. (Miserable of me, I know.) Now, there might be an exception for ACT prep, which inspires thoughts of flowers and other doodles instead of concentration. Or it might just be that the review of arithmetic proved fatal to my ego. I don't know this stuff. I forgot it on the last day of fifth grade.
But the most plausible reason is that its punctuation errors annoy me. As do those in my science book, my math book and yes, my history/English book. (Yikes - I almost left an i-t-apostrophe-s error in this post. To err is human, to err is human. Forgive my hypocrisy.)