Think and Chew

"Cogitate and ruminate." - Piers Anthony


Piers Anthony was one of my favorite authors when I was in my early teens.  The stories are incredibly intelligent, a bit bawdy, and wonderfully well-written.  The quote that sticks with me to this day is "Cogitate and ruminate." (Think and chew!)

One of my favorite pastimes is to wander through streets and/or forests, checking things out, thinking and chewing (gum).  It is the most restorative form of Introvert Time for me.   I've been known to walk miles...close to ten miles at a stretch in some cases.  It allows the self-absorption of ruminating on everything in my life at one particular moment.   The steady pace is similar to meditation.   Tangents and cotangents are as welcome as is thinking about nothing at all.

My mother was the one who got me started with this pastime.  It feeds curiosity, creativity, and of course, the need for movement and exercise.  Be well, fellow Introverts.

Bacchanalia

It is a source of continual seeming unreality to me that the word "party" is still societally synonymous with drinking.  I'll be honest here--I'm a lightweight.  It doesn't take much for me to become pleasantly inebriated.  

One of my best friends and I discussed a week of monastic abstention.  I proceeded in typical gung-ho fashion.  I was offered no less than five drinks during that window of time.  When one contemplates the social ramifications of this pattern, it's a bit worrisome.  

I'm not advocating for a lack of alcohol, but I'm questioning the volume of intake that is socially accepted within my generation.  I realize that this topic is contentious at best.  Please understand that I mean no offense.  

Be well, fellow Introverts.  

Home-Body

Our house is undergoing some much-needed rehabilitation.  Fellow Introverts, those who revel in book/cat/knitting time...you *know* how painful this can be!  The body of our home is currently in a great amount of disarray as a result.   The long term results of this will be fan-freaking-tastic. It's already starting to look pretty spiffy.  However, my oven is in my dining room (pending the kitchen's paint job after tons of plaster-work). 

"My oven is in my dining room" pretty much sums up how I feel about this whole process.  The house is not in order, and neither I nor my kitties are remotely amused.