Is my brain okay?

I’ve been wanting to write a blog post for a week or so now, however, I couldn’t think of a topic. I’ve been in the mood to write something fun to take me out of my current project, but what? This morning it hit me. How’d you like a glimpse into how my brain works?

My husband says he thinks mine is the only one that can have twenty conversations at once and stay on top of all of them. I had a friend once tell me she thought my brain should be studied. But I can’t be alone in this…am I? Don’t all women’s brains work like mine?? Let’s find out.

I’m going to give you a glimpse into the squirrels that race through the neurons and cells in my skull, and you be the judge. Hold on to your cap because you’ve just stepped in line for Mr. Toads wild ride. Speaking of Disney…

When I woke up this morning and looked out the window, the cloudy sky from yesterday seemed to carry over. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and groaned. I am not ready for chilly days. Which is an odd thing for me to think because I’m drawn to the cooler months. Fall has always been my favorite time of year, but lately my addiction to walking has made me crave warmer days. In fact, I finally have an appreciation for the hot days of summer…other than the swoob I seem to have on the daily. That’s NOT my jam or should I say jelly.

Anyway, back to this morning. As I sat on the side of my bed I watched birds from surrounding trees flock to the roof above my bedroom window. Curios, I got up to have a look and a dozen or so bird bums hanging over the edge of our roof greeted me. What in the world are you all looking at? What is on our roof? I got my behind up and headed to our back door to check it out. By now the sun was beginning to rise, squashing out the gloom that tried to hijack the day. I accepted the invitation and stepped outside, still in my pj’s, no bra, and morning hair and breath in full force.

Except for the loud, busy road behind us, I love our back yard! It’s huge! The large trees on the perimeter make it private, which is good because I wouldn’t want any of our neighbors posting this hot mess on social media. My husband works hard and does a wonderful job grooming our yard to our liking. My flowerpots are overflowing with color; our Rose of Sharon bush and Trumpet vine tease the hummingbirds with their endless blossoms of orange and lavender.

These are my favorite mornings! Not too hot, while the birds playfully flutter from tree to tree, the grass damp with dew, inviting me to step onto it to receive my daily grounding. Deep breath in, hold, and slowly release.

The birds begin to chirp louder and begin to zoom overhead. Are our flowers laced with THC? I wonder. The old Wendy would have ducked under the gazebo, fearing the possibility of my feathered friends taking their morning dump on me. I’ve been victim of this a time or two…dozen. For this reason, I’ve always been afraid of and to be honest, hated birds. However, since I began walking, they flock to me and at the risk of jinxing myself, they have been respectful, avoiding any temptation of using me as their latrine.

Zoom, there goes another.

It's the perfect start to this day. Grounded in the silky carpet below my feet, listening to songs of these feathered entertainers, the only thing dumping on me this morning is the sun’s rays.

From nowhere, a flock of yellow finches suddenly attacked the tree to my right, landing in the branches toward the top. I glanced up and my thoughts turned to Snow White. I have recently given myself this Disney princess label because of a transformation that seems to happen to me when I enter my favorite park. As I walk the paths, enjoying the tall mighty trees and the suns rays that peek through their branches, songs fill my head. At times, these songs even escape my lips. At the risk of sounding cuckoo let’s add that the squirrels, birds, an occasional cat, a dragonfly and even a deer have joined me. I’m surprised my voice draws them in, versus scaring them away. Unless of course my screeching sounds like an angelic choir to them…of course it does. All that’s missing in this scene is the yellow, red, and white dress Snow wears.

The finches above my head begin to chatter loudly, bringing me back to my backyard. Suddenly, the images in my noggin turn to the idea that in my blog post I can challenge my reader to think about who their favorite Disney princess/prince is. Though why would any adult care or even think about that? Since you’re wondering, mine is Ariel. As I’m thinking of this, the song she sings as she’s giving Ursula her voice overtakes my thoughts. I begin to hum along. Then I think of Jasmin and Cinderella and the songs they sing.

Wait! Does every Disney princess sing? And why? They all sing good for teenage girls. That’s not right. Why don’t any of them sing like most of us do…which sounds like cows in heat. How do I know what that sounds like? The ugly stepsisters in Cinderella are horrible singers, but they aren’t princesses. Disney, it’s time to get real! You need to create a princess that is beautiful, but her singing sucks. What in the world am I doing sitting here thinking about Disney princesses and whether they are good singers or not? What time is my appointment today? What else am I doing today? I’m going to try to get a blog post written, then I’ll work on a chapter of my book. I wonder if I can walk or will my sciatica blow up on me again. This is going to be a great week! I wonder if my Stay Humble shirt is clean. What am I going to do with all those tomatoes? Did I water my front plants last night? Why did that girl in the car behind me flip me off? Was it because I didn’t buckle under her tailgating pressure and speed? I wonder if she needed to poop…that’s usually when I’m an a-hole driver.

Squirrel!

Speaking of poop. I can’t believe I’m about to confess this, BUTT I’ve made it back inside because morning “duty” called. These thoughts, including those about Disney princesses, are going through my head as I’m sitting on my porcelain throne. Wait, if I’m sitting on a throne, does that make me a princess? Ha ha. I feel a song coming on… (enter Areil’s aaaaa aaaaaaa here)

So, ladies, am I right? Do all our brains work like this? Oh yeah, and who’s your favorite Disney princess or prince?