Lost Poop Scraper

Blog photo poop Scraper

I think I read that towards the end of 2014 there were about 1.3 million blog sites on the internet. Each one representing someone’s thoughts, views, opinions or a diary of what is important to them.  I have personally known people that have devoted hours and hours,  week after week and year after year to their blog.  Each one has to wonder at one time or another if anyone really cares. So, logically, I decided to join the ranks and commit to blogging about some of the realities of life after retirement.

I had the show in Greenwood Arkansas and did the felting class in Sapulpa, Okla. and put out an appropriate blog.  Who would have guessed that placing one little widget in one inappropriate place could wipe out an entire website.  In an instant my blog about my recent activities was gone.  Just because the words are gone doesn’t mean it didn’t happen, but it made me wonder how I was possibly getting everything done while working a full time job.

Apparently in my years before retirement I was unconsciously accumulating a mental list of all the little things I saw that needed to be done.  Each thought was recorded and followed up with, “when I retire I’ll get that done.”

A widget in my brain, so to speak.  Recording a mountain of projects that needed to be accomplished “when I retire.”  When I actually retired it triggered the thought it all had to be done now.  

It doesn’t all have to be done now.  I have the rest of my life to get those things done and I’ll do them one at a time until my list is complete. I refuse to pass up my life now to get things done from the past.

I took advantage of the beautiful weather and decided to attack a clean-up project behind the rabbit cages that I probably scheduled for myself last spring.  It was nice being outside, working with the animals, and doing the things I used to do before getting so involved in the cooperate world.

When raking up leaves and twigs I unearthed a rusty tool.  I realized it had been my favorite poop scraper in years past.  It was the perfect tool for removing debris from the cracks and crevices of the rabbit cages.

No telling how long it had been there.  Still,  a reminder that I was back to where I once was and where I had always wanted to be.

Funny how something that had been so useful in the past was lost and forgotten.  Just like a post  buried in  the archives of countless blog sites, put away and eventually, forgotten.  

So, to all the dedicated bloggers that may question their own sanity for their endeavor, you never know when something as trivial as a poop scraper might surface again and remind someone that life is meant to be enjoyed.

Surely there is hope.

Comments are closed.