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Hanging up the dish towel just so, topping up the cereal containers.…
Was he clinical? If he helped himself feel better somehow from imposing order, then maybe he was. But he chose to impose the order, he wasn’t driven. He didn’t believe he was driven. He didn’t think he was OCD. What did “OCD” mean, anyway?
Maybe he just needed the comforting routines he had organized. And maybe he was still a bit of a perfectionist, however imperfect he was.
Other mornings he’d just sail, and that too felt good...until it didn't. Were his moods still winging? And did he have no control over that? Did anyone? Did poets? Did poets want to control them?
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I believe I am the exact opposite. I really am all over the place. Trainings dogs--successfully and not so successful, working on the furnace, cleaning the kitchen, cooking two ingredient banana oat meal cookies--twice, clearing ice from the steps, doing a bit of IRS stuff, dealing with bills and banks, laundry, prepping floors for ceramic tile I will put down one day too soon, learning about soil amendments and how to build the equipment to make the amendments amendable, writing a new poem, sending out a few submissions, email, email again, working on project agent orange, but I don't know--nothing went in any order cause, yes, I'm all over the place and this was just my day today.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice contrast! Goines has always been inclined to multi-task also – though to a lesser degree than you, I think. But his ability to do more than one or two things (not three or four!) at a time has waned to such an extent that chaos usually ensues if he attempts it – tasks left uncompleted and in disarray, with an attendant skirmish with Mrs. Goines.
DeletePlus, there DOES seem to be something calming, reassuring about "mindfully" attending to a single thing. Experiencing the chaos seems to unsettle Goines, to trouble him, and those skirmishes with Mrs. Goines are even more unsettling.