In the Sandbox #22
New! Nightwalking and Stargazing integration poll
“It’s hard times befallen the sole survivors / She thinks I’m crazy, but I’m just growin’ old.” —Steely Dan, “Hey Nineteen”
Question: When has change so disrupted you that you couldn’t even imagine the future?
That pretty much describes my past summer. It’s ironic, because things are so “stable” that, well, six years ago I would’ve killed to be where I am now.
*Sigh*
We get restless, us natives.
After months of thinking, “I’ll definitely have time this summer to go through archives, old writing drafts, files out of order, photographs, memorabilia, etc.,” that last Thursday I finally schlepped boxes around at least in piles of 1) photos in disarray; 2) writing files out of filing order; 3) books I’ve wanted to keep but haven’t shelved; and 4) miscellaneous crap (ALWAYS misc. crap—as it has been since the beginning of time).
It’s been tough.
At base, I haven’t had the will. But that tends to change in autumn with the threat of winter. I get more active, which is the reverse of what most people do. Summer has always been a lazy, thoughtless time for me. Fall is more my season.
So, with that in mind, what’s life like back In the Sandbox?
Sad, actually. Leaves have fallen over the sand, which has moldered from disuse. Nobody wants to come out to play, which piles on the sadness.
Amongst my Nightwalking, it’s probably best to test the Stargazing waters again, so this week’s prompt will be so simple you won’t need to raise a finger (well, if you can click on a poll, you’re as good as gold).
Now that we have over 50 lovely people in this cohort, I’d like to get a bead on y’all, since it ties in with the above Steely Dan lyric. The more who respond, the better.
Here’s the poll:
Thanks for chiming in (via the poll or in the comments below—or heck, both?) and see you next time. Enjoy your autumn!