Lost Blog Entries

 Or my brain is faster than my attention span. 

I had a good journal entry planned out in my head while I was at work this morning. By the time I made it home and took care of a few things then sat down at my computer, I could not remember what it was about. I sat there looking at the screen trying to recall what brilliance I had earlier. After a bit, I realized whatever it was, it was gone.

When I have these momentary blips of memory, I put it off with must have not been majorly important. 

I have a lot on my mind. There is the usual list and the random thoughts section of my brain. 

Did you know that walking through a door can cause you to forget why you went into that room? They have studied this phenomenon and something about stepping from one space to another can cause the brain to forget why it was there.

I have been listening to Stephen Fry read “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Universe”. There are still sections I can do verbatim. When I was a kid, that was one of our go to for our annual trip to Florida. There are phrases that become part of our family vocabulary. 

My family has a series of phrases that we either made up or heard and decided it would become part of our rather odd O’Shea language. Our kitchen was always colder than the rest of the house for a variety of reason. One time I closed the kitchen door behind me out of habit. There was a knock on the door. I opened it and Sean, who I had shut the door in his face, said “What for you leave me in the cold, cold kitchen?” which was a paraphrase of a line from “Tales of Tinkerdee.” by Jim Henson. That show had a lot of lines we used over the years. 

Until recently no one knew about that show. It is the one that I made Jim Henson do a double take at a World Con and led to some interesting stories about the show. Afterward he asked me how I knew about it. His narrator was a friend of the family who happened to have a reel to reel of the show because he narrated it. He made a cassette copy of it that I copied and sent to the Henson company because, at that point, the box with Jim’s copy of the show was missing along with the script and some other things that have been found since. 

Gosh darn it, my blog was something about puppets and puppetry. I remember that now but nothing else. 

I am grateful for ideas that stick,