When talking, somehow, about African Violets, I started thinking about both doilies to place under my Violet and how ideas grow from other ideas, like fruit on a tree, and then this happened…

Here’s the fruit of that thought process, a growing…oh gosh, even as I type it, I feel the hyper-focus gathering like a storm. A few stray thoughts that naturally arise from my strolls down a thought path, like I’m following a firefly. They move like the wind and I can feel them dance annoyingly against my face so I brush them aside. 

Moving forward, they’re now more like rain drops that I can’t ignore and I must decide, seek shelter or get wet? That’s a whole new very distracting path. But then, as I settle into being comfortable with the damp, the thoughts collide and it begins to lightening and thunder and suddenly I’m online, searching.

Just how hard IS it to make a doily? I mean, my god, they’re like golf tees and bunnies, they reproduce at an unnatural rate (ideas AND doilies). What’s the history of a doily? 

Damn, I am in the storm now, and I know it. And briefly I’m reminded of Captain Dan in the hurricane. Like, come and get me, doily hyper-focus, I’m SELF AWARE and smart and I’m not doing this, as I begin down the Forrest Gump path and how does that movie stand up now and where are the actors today? Gary Sinise has had quite the career and seems like a truly good human. 

But that’s the eye of the storm and here comes freakin Hurricane Doily and I’m on Amazon adding doily supplies to my cart as the storm surge floods my brain…and I click ‘place order’ and with every ounce of my being, with all the confidence I possess, I am convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that THIS time it’s going to stick and I will be the Doily Queen. It’s reached the maddening crescendo and lightning flashes and thunder booms and rain and wind and flying cows and just after I close the app, the storm surge recedes back into the Sea of Distraction; a slow fade like Homer backing into the bush. And now the cows land, the rain and wind subside as they prepare for the next round. But Hurricane Doily has left its mark and that does NOT fade…until…the box arrives at my door.