I was thinking this morning that I should write something – anything - even one small thought, because I haven't written much lately and the little guilt demon that sits behind my ear whispers into it, "You're forgetting how to write".
I haven't written, not because every time I sit down to do so the dog wants in or the cat wants out, or the man wants food or the teenager wants freedom, all of which is true, but still, not the true reason. I have not written because this is school vacation week. That does not mean I'm on vacation, quite the contrary, it means I'm working overtime because the rest of the world is on vacation and a lot of those vacationers are here at my Bed and Breakfast.
So, although I have not written, I still have thoughts which means my mind is about to explode, for like my guests’ bellies, my mind is full of delicious things.
This morning I was emptying the kitchen garbage when I noticed a tossed can of Cream of Mushroom Soup. I reached out to retrieve it because someone mistakenly threw it away without removing the label; we always remove the label for the Labels for Education program. Just as I was about to lay a hand on the can I remembered we don’t do that anymore. Our kids are grown up and have moved away, all educated thanks in part to soup labels, if nothing else. Then a small thought occurred to me: What happened to all those soup labels I turned in?
It is time once again to make breakfast and take care of business so the thought has to remain just that: a small thought. A thought that will not become part of a recipe that creates anything larger, exactly like that small mushroom at the bottom of the Cream of Mushroom Soup can in the garbage.
L.E. Hughes is a columnist, writer and owner of Diamond Corner B&B in Stratton, Maine. She welcomes your thoughts and comments: firstname.lastname@example.org. © February 2006, Lew-Ellyn Hughes. All Rights Reserved and Retained by the Author.