Friday, March 15, 2013
Today Typing Saved My String
My string is being held captive by my Mom, her idea of punishment for my snapping her broom. It was an impulsive action on my part, one I have repeated to her horror and my shame many times. Let me explain. Some things call out to be done. Obsession sets in until the deed is complete. Snapping is one of them; sticks, brooms, anything that makes a snapping sound. It is a horrible choice - to snap or be hounded in the thought of it. My punishment I deserve. I was warned. But it does to me nothing positive in solving my dilemma. Only removing the item from sight helps. Each time I try to hide it my snap reflex beats me. Can you help with ideas? Mom says we will practice putting the broom away - but first she'll need to buy a new broom. I am sorry for its loss, but more sorry for my loss of string. Good thing Mom understood and let me have my string back when I type and explain it. Typing has its uses; to tell is one of them. To tell is a start to understanding.