Where did the MoJo go?
Warning. Old man musings ahead.
I once again attempt to write a little bit every day now that running an election has passed. I am divorcing myself from any concerns with the ruling party. In fact, the new me will regard politics, political parties, and people who hold reforming political views with thinly veiled contempt.
The week has rolled around on me once again, and I wonder where the time went. My mind is still telling me it is spring, but the faded greenery out the window testifies that spring is long gone.
Just got the news that an old political foe from years back has died. I mourn his passing even though he was a pig-headed academic lefty and loved citing factless facts as … well … facts.
I didn’t get the cataract surgery. My GP wouldn’t approve of the proceedure until he nails down why my heart will suddenly take off at 150+ beats per minute. The episodes don’t last long, and seem to be a bit worse if I am not careful with my diet. So I am wearing a cardiac monitor for 14 days or until the glue gives out on the sticker, whichever happens first.
We haven’t had the first frost yet, and the grass is still requiring a weekly mowing. I have been getting out a bit more and have upgraded my outdoor tools to ones that are small, but powered. A folding stool now goes from place to place with me as I attempt to clean out old flower beds and remove them. The time of posy gardens has come and gone.
And I sit here wondering what has happened to me. I used to love trying to make the mundane interesting. To grab your attention and hold it while going on about my dyspepsia and other ailments.
My head is in a fog. I don’t know where I want to go with writing. I have lost my audience. I need a new bright bauble to chase. I lost my mojo ….
Rusty's Armory 
November 13, 2020 at 1:08 pm
Uh, I will comment more later because I am just here taking a break from painting (UGH) But for right now I am just going to say that I AM YOUR AUDIENCE!!! I know what you are saying though because those exact feelings went through me this week , thus my grumpy blow up the blog post. But I have been thinking that if there is just one or two people who actually read my blather, well they are worth more than a hundred followers who never read a word. So yeah, keep writing cuz I am still here and there are a few others that read your “old man musings”. You do know you are my favorite curmudgeon right??? ❤
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November 13, 2020 at 1:20 pm
… I am even running out of things to grump about …
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November 13, 2020 at 2:05 pm
Well I guess you will have to resort to “useless bits of information” like I do when I have nothing 😉
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November 13, 2020 at 2:13 pm
We’ve had our first frost and everything has turned brown. It’s wet and dreary today so I’m having a hard time finding the energy to do anything. Hope they can figure out your rapid heartbeat. My other half had that after his surgery and it can be pretty scary.
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November 13, 2020 at 5:10 pm
You’ve not lost your audience, we’re still here. Your audience may be to blame – I, for one, don’t always comment even if I’ve read and enjoyed what you had to say. Sometimes I’m so caught up in my own swirling miasma of misery that I can’t summon a proper response. That’s on me as a reader, not you as a writer and, just so you know, I do always read, and look forward to the next.
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November 13, 2020 at 5:11 pm
Bollocks, “Anonymous” is me. (Insert eyeroll)
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November 15, 2020 at 2:07 pm
One reader present and accounted for, Sir!
Unfortunately, I hate everything right now. Our weather is finally gorgeous. We dodged a tropical storm last week. There really is little to gripe about, and still I hate everything. It must be (dare I say it) political.
Write on, dear friend. You truly are a pleasant diversion from everything else.
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