...from two days on Catalina Island, helping the same friend with the same project that drew me over there about a year ago.
It was a mixed blessing. I enjoyed the trip, the island, the work -- I always do -- but there were moments when I was a bit disgruntled. I get that way when I find that things I used to do without sparing them a thought now bug me and require extra willpower to accomplish.
Still, a nice time, and a welcome break from the normal.
And the mere fact that I needed that break is at the root of why I haven't been writing much. How many times can I describe the same old dung -- the work-hassles, the money-worries, the near-total shortage of the kind of human interaction that keeps a lot of people from going completely 'round the bend, to name a few examples -- without getting sick and tired of seeing the same words here? Do I really want to tell you that I'm in some physical pain -- which, for no reason, I suspect may have to do with a new medication the doctor prescribed, and has basically stopped my daily long walks -- and am quietly furious about it?
No, frankly, I don't.
There are times when "nothing bad happened" simply doesn't cut it. I need some good happenings and, try as I might, they seem to not swim into focus.
It's entirely possible I am simply doing the wrong things, or at least not the right ones, in attempts to get some positive action under way.
All of the above -- save the 24 hours on Catalina -- has brought certain aspects of my personality that I simply don't much like to the forefront.
When I cool myself down a bit I may have something to say.
I'd like to think so, anyway.
22 hours ago