Saturday, February 9, 2019

One Thing at a Time

I can't multi-task.

I do one thing at a time (and generally do that thing pretty well, whatever it is … though not always).

I can be totally focused on one thing, but not if I try to add a second thing.

For example, I can't write and listen to D-L … at least not well enough to remember everything she said. If I have put something in the oven or on the stove to cook, and I leave the kitchen for awhile, and maybe get back on  the computer … this is not a good habit. (At least in ASM we have an oven that turns itself off.)

The other day, D-L kindly brought me a cup of ice cream. I thanked her, vaguely aware that she had set it on the table near me. Then I continued to deal with whatever I was researching or composing. After a bit, when Sherlock indicated he needed to go out, I realized I had not touched the ice cream - quick, put it back in the freezer until I returned with the dog. Then eat the ice cream (and do nothing else until I finished it).

I have been blessed with the ability to be totally absorbed in something. One something. Writing an article. Hitting a golf shot. But don't bother trying to talk with me when I'm absorbed. It won't penetrate.

I have a favorite tee-shirt. So much so I bought a new one when I wore out the lettering on the first. It reads: "I live in my own little world. But it's okay, they know me here." When my daughter first saw it, her reaction was: "That is so you!"

And you guessed it. While I was writing this blog, I have no clue what else has been happening around me. But it's okay, they know me here.

(My blog triggered a dueling blog from Donna-Lane: