Lemme Think About It

Lemme Think About It

“Will Think About It." That's one of my favorite expressions. It's nothing original, nothing new, just a vague proclamation I often push to the limits of usefulness. Like making stacks of "open later" mail and coding e-mails in "respond later" color. "I'll give it some thought" is a well-intentioned procrastination tool which--when paired with a slight chin-tilt and brooding nod--provides a polite delay: 

My young daughter once asked, "do you have a think today Daddy?" Seems my pat answer of, "I’ll give that some thought baby doll”, made an impression on her. I was just thinking yesterday that through the years I have given this too much thought. 

“Let me think about it,” is another favorite of mine. While it provides that polite delay in one way, it is also denotes an active process of thinking.  "Let me think about it,” would be a great response to a question like, “how do you decalcify your penal gland?” How about, “are you still you if everyone looks at you differently?” Yep, Lemme think about that.

Why is it, when your driving you have to turn down the music so you can see the street address? Think about it. You do that, you know you do!

Would mad cow dis-ease be the same as a moo dis-order? Do dogs worry if they show up late? See, there are so many questions about life that just requires a little more thought.

Now, when I'm in a pensive mood, and something requires some deep think, I will just “stop to ponder.”

*Stopped To Ponder*

"the idea that nothing is unknowable is due to our minds being unable to process the thought of it. It is conceivable that nothing could exist; we just cannot imagine it."

Think About it.

Make peace with yourself and get along with it all...Doc

From The Road...Horace

"If you give energy to what annoys you, you are keeping it alive..."

I remember well the moment I heard those words. I walked in to a small bar in Algiers and he looked up from the corner table and asked, ”Are you lost?" 

”Been that way most of my life. What about you?" 

”Not lost, but ugly. Born that way and I kinda like it." He quipped...

He spoke with a mixed gumbo French accent, much like the half a bowl of mixed sea food gumbo he was caressing. An old grey hat pulled over his eyes making each remark a surprise. Said he was from up around St. Landry Parish. Part of the Chachier clan but has lived in Algiers for over thirty years. 

”Just call me Horace, named after one of them Roman poets," as he reached out his experienced hand.

We had a beer or two before it was all over...along with some good laughs and stories he shared of life along the Mississippi. He works on a tug boat and has for thirty two years. Lost his wife in the Katerina flood waters. Said his wife was a fine woman and a blessing . Two grown children, that in his words never amounted to much...

I asked him if he gives much thought to Katerina and his loss, and his answer was my lesson for that day...

”You know Doc, I did for several years. After one of them sleepless nights,

I decided that if you attend to what annoys you...you are giving it energy and keeping it alive."

Those little moments in our lives when we remember the smell, the visual, the arrangement of words strung together in a way we can easily draw from our memory. How our mind works to hold onto to painful memories and how it works so we can finally make peace with ourselves. In those moments we realize that peace has always been ever present in our Being and always resided there...just waiting and completely available through all our experiences...if we so choose...Doc

Photo By: Dado...from the Austin video