So where do your ideas head out any time anyone are sitting by yourself? Do the cats arrive and take them away as they purr and sidle up to you for a immediate pet? Does the gardener whirl them aside with his lawn mower, to send back them to you, shredded and incoherent as a lump of grass cuttings in your side yard longing for removal?

Where do those feelings go as you are sitting down before of your computer, the curser pulsating impatiently up at you like a stop light in a modest mid-western community? Can you access them and place them to good use- perhaps to collect up the washing that sits like a mail order bride in a cut-rate catalogue page. I quite often wish that I could take a visit to those undetectable countries of indolence and delay as a way to locate what I have lost.

I find that some of my thoughts amble off independently with minimal assistance from me. I can be seated at my desk with a wonderfully good train of thought rolling along when suddenly – bam- that locomotive gets derailed into a sideline that then will take off for lands unidentified. I am typically left with a bemused look on my face – collecting back what bits and pieces of my thought process have been left dangling on the train track.

Nearly all of it is even now pretty serviceable, just requires an edge or two straightened out and potentially a bit of sleeve sprucing up to cover the chafes it just picked up. I consider that if I add a few new stray thought to the older ones, and possibly alter the standard color of one or two images, no one truly knows the variance or can spot where in my story that the total thing abruptly evolved a life of its own and took off for parts unknown.

Still, I have frequently pondered if it would be possible to just restore those missing children of the mind and bring them home. It may be a sort of homecoming for the orphans of my thought processes that would involve all the wanderings for the preceding forty years and give them a objective.

Although, I guess the whole contributing factor they wandered off in the beginning was a need to discover a objective that wasn’t of my picking. So they may not make an appearance, even if especially invited, to this type of special event. So I imagine until I discover the key to that magical door, I will have to wave them merrily good-bye and come back to the pages I have on my pc. When they would like to join me on any of my website blogs, they will likely need to find me at either my Hardwood Floors Installation site, or having a look at Bandsaw Tools or possibly come and check-out me at my real estate site about Florida. Until then, they are on their own!