Why, O Mind, why?
18 Oct 2022 06:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wayfaringwordhackI haven't been settled, mentally, since coming back to Lebanon. We are *still* looking for a new apartment, and J is starting to want to look farther afield of our current village. I am still hanging on to the hope of finding something here. We haven't heard back from Crazy-Lady-with-Garden, and I guess she probably doesn't want us...or rather our too-little money. I still want her garden, though.
Of all the darnedest things, for the past few days, my mind has been returning to a house we had made an offer on while still living in Egypt. I had drawn architectural-like plans (no, not my job, but I was pretty proud of what had I done) for the real-estate agent to use to get some estimates for us from tradespeople. We sent him the plans and never heard back. J likes to joke that the man liked the plans and vision so much, he decided to buy and renovate the place for himself (he told us about his "houses" and how he bought and sold them regularly). Like I said, of all things, why in the world is my mind turning over this old affair that is so much water under the bridge?
I must say, I would prefer a more productive mulling over and rehashing. It is probably goaded by the fact that our future is up in the air about where we will settle after the Lebanon stint. Still many years in the future, but obviously, there is no explaining my mind. If you have theories, though, I would be happy to entertain them. Also up for solutions to shut up the useless mental chatter.
Of all the darnedest things, for the past few days, my mind has been returning to a house we had made an offer on while still living in Egypt. I had drawn architectural-like plans (no, not my job, but I was pretty proud of what had I done) for the real-estate agent to use to get some estimates for us from tradespeople. We sent him the plans and never heard back. J likes to joke that the man liked the plans and vision so much, he decided to buy and renovate the place for himself (he told us about his "houses" and how he bought and sold them regularly). Like I said, of all things, why in the world is my mind turning over this old affair that is so much water under the bridge?
I must say, I would prefer a more productive mulling over and rehashing. It is probably goaded by the fact that our future is up in the air about where we will settle after the Lebanon stint. Still many years in the future, but obviously, there is no explaining my mind. If you have theories, though, I would be happy to entertain them. Also up for solutions to shut up the useless mental chatter.
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Date: 18 Oct 2022 07:03 pm (UTC)Demanding physical work shuts down mental chatter for me for a while... other than that, turning to other problems that have less open-endedness to them (things like, what to make for supper)...
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Date: 19 Oct 2022 03:04 pm (UTC)I need to do more physical stuff. I have been opting for mental zombification and it isn't helping.
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Date: 19 Oct 2022 08:21 pm (UTC)