It is 11 AM, and I am only now able to get on blogger.com to write a blog. Sorry!
I have been associated at times with Monk (the TV detective), and I admit to being pretty persnickety about some things. For instance, clutter just makes me feel unsettled and uncomfortable.
And weeds -- I can't stand weeds. I dig the flower beds and I plant what I want. The weeds were not invited. But they are so persistent about being there. And so, you will find me a couple of times a week, down on my knees, finding extreme pleasure in murdering those invaders of my space.
Then there is hair in the ears. This is a fairly new problem for me. Since hair did not grow on my ears for 40+ years, I became quite used to that. Now I suddenly have hair growing where it never had before. Maybe it has simply transferred from a little higher up on the head. But I don't like its new location. And while no one else probably notices it, it drives me crazy. So, I get after them with the tweezers. Just like pulling weeds -- I want to win this battle.
And eyebrows. What's the deal there? For decades, my eyebrows grew to a certain length and apparently either stopped or fell out. Now? Well, now I have to trim them or they would probably grow to 6 or 8 inches.
So I got to thinking (uh-oh): I want to become as finicky about unwanted stuff that is growing in my heart as I am about weeds and unwanted hair on my ears and eyebrows. In fact, I need to be obsessive about that!