hyperfocus: all or nothing

FOCUS on fishing!

Do you ever find yourself interested in something sooooo desperately that you can stop working on it or thinking about it until it's absolutely perfect?

You are so focused, it's all you think of.... for a while.

I was like that with this blog. I spent way too much time adapting a theme to fit the posts on here. Then, started writing posts.

After a bit, I was over it. I moved on to something more exciting or at least more time consuming.

I thought of this blog two weeks ago. I realized I'd totally neglected it. Then, I moved on to fishing. LOL. I've been fishing four times in as many weeks. Still haven't caught a decent string of fish.

I did, however, talk with a guy who gave me a cooler of fish he didn't want to clean. Now, we have fish in the freezer when we're in the mood.

Do you do this? This crazy, manic focus on one thing for a while and then, a total loss of interest?

It's fine as long as whatever you're focused on is rather easier to complete or something that doesn't require much of a followup. I got into a snag with it working on my house. I painted my bedroom, hall, bathroom, living room, foyer, utility room... and only half the dining room. Ugh. Can't finish.

Was totally into roses and planted about 20 bushes, now I can't stand the thought of weeding them.

I guess that's all part of it, or so my doctor says. She says I should do my best not to get so hyperfocused on things, but that's easier said than done.

Until then... I'll catch you later... or maybe sooner. Who knows?

Did I forget about you?

Did I forget about you? Naw. Okay. Maybe.... a little bit.

Mr. Lincoln hybrid tea rose

I've been pretty wound up in yard work these last few weeks. Pulling briars, cutting grass, you name it. All sorts of fun things.

I also worked on a big genealogy project that led a friend of mine to the family he never knew existed. That was a big deal. I took almost every second I could tear away from what I was required to do to look. I didn't my best to unravel a mystery and help my friend figure out who he came from.

Some of my Lancaster ancestors clearing land

Now, I'm back to sorta normal. I'm curious about something, though. If I can find a man's lost family in three days' time, why I can do this as a job to bring in extra money. It takes time, patience and the ability to connect Point A and Point B, but I think I should try it.  :)


I keep asking myself, "Would you pay someone to do your genealogical research for you....."

Beautiful Spring

Memorial Day rose

View of the pasture from my parents' backporch

Sunset in the big pasture

Knockout roses in full bloom

Coreopsis in my rose bed

The Switch

Aside from diet, exercise and generally healthy living, one of the most important ways to treat a health problem, whatever it may be, is by medication.

When I was 25, my doctor started me on medication to treat my hypertension. I'd been warned after dealing with seriously elevated blood pressure for most of my pregnancy, I'd probably end up taking it for the rest of my life.

We tried a little of this and a little of that. At first, your classic diuretic. Nope. Then I tried a wonderful calcium channel blocker called Norvasc. The stuff was great. Blood pressure under control and I felt better all the way around. Interesting note, years later I read an article

between the poles

When I came home from work for good, I was very sick. i guess that's putting it mildly. I'm very leery of talking about this, but I will. No one's reading this blog anyway. LOL

As I said, I was very sick. Now, I'd had these "spells" before, but nothing like this.

There was the time I accidentally quit my job as a reporter simply because I couldn't tell the publisher I really was just cleaning out my desk for the sake of organization.

There was the time I left work at a newspaper, changed my phone number and stayed in the woods all day, wishing it would all go away. It didn't, though.

Back then, I had no idea what was going on. Why I'd get in that sort of shape.

This time was different, though. This time, I knew.