Sometimes there will be a "moment." You'll have a moment or share a moment or see something spectacular. It will be this monumental aside, and it will shake you out of "the routine." But it won't be worth repeating. Well, maybe one other person will find it captivating. Maybe not.
Here's the deal: it is risky to just throw stuff out here. Have been advised about self-censorship recently. How it's not really real, how it's not what it's supposed to be unless it's strictly personal. How I (or you or Bob or the man in the moon) should opt for a Big Chief tablet and a fountain pen and have at them, one with the other.
Well, I beg to differ.
I witnessed an event today that is worth sharing!
Many may disagree. That's fine.
Here's what happened. Touring my abode, found a moth, drowned in a container. It might have been dead for only a few minutes, or it could have been there, floating, lifeless, for a couple few days. Who knows. I'm not privy to all the particulars around here. Anyway, I had some business around its body. Usually this means dumping the bodies and other accoutrement out of my way, then carrying on with my not-exactly-classified pursuits, but... OK, look: it's just more efficient to be brief about certain issues (like my pursuits), even if it means erring on the side of the cliff that's the "not fun side" if you happen to be falling into the abyss of vagueness, watching your Harley Davidson tumble after you, its wheels impotently spinning in the wind, its headlight illuminating a spot on the rocks where you and it will soon land. Yes, sometimes it's better if witnesses think the author described too briefly certain activities. Because the alternatives--describing with aplomb or meandering into the fluffy pillow land of the verbose--well, those sides are fraught with needless or potential repetition, and we can't have for that. My problem is I often grow enthralled with an ever-expanding explanation, gussying up the details as it were, but then the details become the story, and soon we're both out of breath, halfway down yet another bunny trail. To combat this problem I have found it's efficacious to remain terse with the arguably unnecessary and/or the probably extraneous. Terse, even curt at times... yes, it happens.
So, instead of being concise or wordy, I will take a chance on erring on the side of brevity about certain issues and proceed directly to what happened today.
Which is that I didn't do my usual thing and toss its body out of my way. Rather, I c a r e f u l l y placed it next to my operational container, then went about my beeswax. Had some other chores nearby, attended to them. Took pains to avoid stepping on it. Moved on to another part of the edifice. Later, came back for some final modifications in that first area, and darned if that little moth didn't flap its wings and start flying.
I guess it just needed to dry off.
I mean no biggie.
But.
Then it started following me. And another one joined it. I had other matters coming about, so I didn't entertain them for too long. For a minute though they flitted about, getting in my way, almost getting under my galoshes.
rescued from pointless bunny trail