Musings of an Ordinary Mind - Mine

It is still relatively early in the day and as I sit at the computer all sorts of little, strange thoughts filter through and then dissipate almost as if they had never been present in the first place. An example of this is the sense of "ordinariness" that washed over me this morning as I thought about the lack of sparkle (?) to my most recent poem. The lack of that "something" in my poem is likely because I am very out of practice writing poetry at the moment, although I will continue to write as I am able, but also because these thoughts and feelings were carried on the same wave of time in which my sweet little kitty, Mottle, deposited a barfie on the floor next to the computer desk. If I were truly (and too) extraordinary then who would clean up the urppies? Perhaps we under rate being ordinary. If the world were filled with Oprahs, or Van Goghs, or presidents and kings, they would be the norm and it would be the common person who would be seen as extraordinary, which means it is all a matter of perspective. There are people who put a lot of effort, vain or otherwise, into being or becoming extraordinary - like that is a good thing to be - without recalling that many mass murderers fall into that particular category as well. I guess what I am thinking here is that it is not so bad, this being ordinary, and I am reaching the point of really beginning to relish the thought. Who ever knew that needing to clean up cat barf could be such a transcendant moment in one's life? I just hope I have the right sort of paper towel for the job - color coordinated with the room the barf is in and sufficiently absorbant to keep the task in the ethereal realm instead of just ending up with goo on my fingers that smells vaguely of whatever it was my Mottle-cat was eating earlier. At least it is not mouse remains. It also occurs to me that perhaps early in the morning is not the best time for me to share my thoughts with the world, but I was hoping someone might be amused, assuming they can make any sense out of my brief trip into "Weirdsville" or not.

May your day be extraordinary, even if all you get to do is clean up after the kids or the cats, scrub the toilet or win a gold medal in winter sports, read a classic novel or write the next best seller.

Shalom.