{"id":3045,"date":"2014-07-20T16:44:35","date_gmt":"2014-07-20T16:44:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/?p=3045"},"modified":"2014-07-20T16:44:35","modified_gmt":"2014-07-20T16:44:35","slug":"thinking","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/?p=3045","title":{"rendered":"Thinking"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I am always thinking. \u00a0I think of my family, my friends, my dogs, the chooks,\u00a0quilting, God, what to fix for dinner, our vacations, our next project, the laundry, and my day ahead and that is just in the first ten minutes after I wake up.<\/p>\n<p>One day David was sitting in his recliner just looking ahead and I asked him what he was thinking. \u00a0&#8220;Nothing,&#8221; he said. \u00a0&#8220;Nothing?!&#8221; I said. &#8220;How can you not be thinking of anything?&#8221; &#8220;I just do,&#8221; he said.<\/p>\n<p>Well, I couldn&#8217;t imagine not thinking about anything at all because I always have something on my mind, am planning something or imagining something, so I didn&#8217;t understand it.<\/p>\n<p>Last week at the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago there was an experiment you could try where two people sat opposite each other with sensor bands around their heads. \u00a0They were told to try not to think of anything. \u00a0 There was a ball placed on the table in front of them and the ball would move toward the person who was thinking the most. \u00a0David and I tried it. \u00a0We had barely got started when the ball zoomed toward me. \u00a0The man running the experiment said he had never seen that happen so fast. \u00a0Screens in front of us had indicated the movement of our thoughts and David&#8217;s hardly moved. \u00a0What? \u00a0I know he has a brain and is smart. \u00a0How did he do that? \u00a0David told me it was really all about relaxation of the muscles in your head and he just sat back and relaxed while I was trying my best not to think of anything. \u00a0Our grandson and granddaughter tried it and almost got the same results. \u00a0Like grandfather, like grandson, I guess.<\/p>\n<p>I have tried not to think of things. \u00a0You know when someone tells you not to think of something and that&#8217;s all you think about? \u00a0Kind of like one time when I was going to a parent-teacher conference and my son told me not to look at the big mole that was in the center of the teacher&#8217;s forehead. \u00a0It was all I could look at. \u00a0I couldn&#8217;t help myself. \u00a0Or a friend tells me something in church not to notice or laugh and that is exactly what I do.<\/p>\n<p>I have always had a huge imagination. I can zone out by thinking about something so intensely that when David walks into the room and speaks to me I jump. \u00a0He tries coming in softly and whispering, but I jump even higher.<\/p>\n<p>When I was a child, I was always making up stories in my head. \u00a0I had a whole family I thought about. \u00a0 They were horse people and everyone rode horses and entered contests. \u00a0The boy&#8217;s name in my story\u00a0was Thad. \u00a0Even now, when I can&#8217;t sleep I make up stories in my head. \u00a0One is where I live in a little town out west. \u00a0My father, who is a widower, is a store keeper and I help him run it. \u00a0He trades furs with the Indians. \u00a0A very handsome Indian comes in one day and for days afterward. He wears only a breechcloth and a headband around his long, silky black hair.\u00a0 He just stands in a corner of the store by the pot belly stove\u00a0and stares at me.\u00a0 I tell my father and he says he&#8217;s\u00a0harmless. \u00a0He makes me uncomfortable.\u00a0 One evening while I am walking to church for choir practice\u00a0where my fiance ,\u00a0Joshua is waiting for me,\u00a0 I am captured by this Indian and taken back to his tribe far from the town to be made his wife and become an Indian princess. \u00a0Meanwhile, \u00a0Joshua and my father are looking for me and I am afraid if they find me the Indians will kill them. \u00a0Years go by and I am married to this Indian and have a child and finally Joshua finds me. \u00a0But by then I am in love with my Indian husband and don&#8217;t want to leave the tribe. Heartbroken, Joshua leaves me and I never see him again.\u00a0 \u00a0 Okay, I think this would make a great book. \u00a0 Meanwhile, \u00a0David is sound asleep beside me oblivious to my imaginations.<\/p>\n<p>I think I like to write so that I can get all this stuff out of my head before it bursts. \u00a0 Does your mind keep busy all the time? \u00a0I can&#8217;t even sleep without having the most awesome, colorful dreams. \u00a0My brain is hotwired I guess so I will just go with it and continue to write and think.<\/p>\n<p>What do you think? \u00a0Bye.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am always thinking. \u00a0I think of my family, my friends, my dogs, the chooks,\u00a0quilting, God, what to fix for dinner, our vacations, our next project, the laundry, and my day ahead and that is just in the first ten minutes after I wake up. 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