"There is nothing that saps one's confidence as the knowing how to do a thing."
I wish I had said this, well, actually I just did, but I mean I guess I wish I had said it first. But I have to give credit to my old hero Mark Twain.
There's a whole lot of things I know how to do, some good and some real good. Writing this blog falls into the latter category. I usually know what I want to say, and certainly know how to do it, but sometimes lacking the confidence to put it on "paperless" paper is another thing. I want it to be funny, inspirational, and most of all witty. "Paperless" paper is witty.
The person who promised to love, honor and buttress me (oh puulease....that means support, I could see those perverted images you had in your mind) is just about ready to pull out her hair because of my moping around the house with very little spunk these days. I don't know what causes spunk, or lack thereof, but spunk is important. Without spunk, you sit at a keyboard daydreaming, checking your e-mail every five seconds. Without spunk you tend to drag yourself slowly out of bed wishing the day was ending rather than beginning and worst of all.... you eat. Yep, I got spunkitis. Yep, I can tell. All I have to do is look at my belly and tell I have had spunkitis for the last couple of weeks.
I think spunkitis usually happens around this time of year and we used to call it Dog Days of Summer.
We've been brutalized with record hot temperatures. We've thirsted for rain as we have watched our reservoirs dry up leaving shorelines stretching halfway into the lakes. And now the humidity sets in as the tropical storms begin to gather on our coasts. So now we wait for September to finally allow us a chance to shut off that electricity-devouring monster, air conditioning and open the house up to a cool breeze but then we get...... spunkitis.
Oh yeah, there is one other factor causing this funk..... waiting on the new fall season of shows to start on TV.
One good thing has happened though during these doldrum days. I have become an aficionado of The History Channel. Over the last couple of weeks, I have learned about how chocolate is made, how the carvings on Easter Island were transported, how Thomas Edison invented the light bulb and much much more.
So I guess it hasn't been a complete loss.
And maybe it isn't a lack of confidence. It's just a little melancholy and soon the Autumn winds will sweep away this misery and put that little bounce in my step that I so dearly miss.
Oh yeah, and then there's football, and the State Fair of Texas and Texas-OU weekend, and raking up leaves and cleaning the garage and getting ready for a garage sale and cleaning off my desk and washing the cars and planting trees and, and , and.......Hmmmm, maybe the Dog Days weren't so bad after all??
