I’m fascinated by the way the brain works. You probably know that. A big part of the joy of writing is the process by which ideas arrive, mingle, connect, and become altered in the brain.
Yesterday, I moved the temporary kitchen cabinets and counter some fifteen or twenty feet to the dining area of the darn good room to make way for the permanent kitchen parts. (Last week when I wasn’t writing blog posts, I was staining cabinet bits. See? I always have a good excuse.) The temporary set-up is pretty much the same as it was before, just oriented differently in the room, and a bit less convenient as a result.
Maximal use of minimal space + Maximal use of minimal materials = Maximal fun from minimal resources.
Our brains seem to be making a mountain out of this mole hill. I wanted a spoon but couldn’t figure out what I’d done with the silverware. Du-uh, it’s in the same drawer it’s been in for five years, on the right side of the counter. Mike was baffled by the fridge, and neither the contents of the fridge or the fridge itself moved.
Of course, we’re functioning just fine despite the confusion, but I think the extent of the confusion is bizarre.