today we were crutching sheep and marking lambs. relatively mindless tasks that allow for lots of thinking and musing time
i began to think about possible formulae that might avoid the actual counting of lambs during marking
you know, if there are a certain number of green rings used what might be the proportion of males to females and how might they be allocated. this of course took me to remembering the wonderful Canadian author Stephen Leacock
and his musings on the fate of A, B, C & poor D as well as 'monkey's mother' and the length of her tail.
not to mention this brilliant story
when i was quite young i managed to reach a figure but now i don't remember how i got there.
but all this musing then took me on to other things. on a recent bus trip in the U.S. my seat mate confided that she was afflicted with ADHD. i asked her what the defining behaviour patterns were.
and when i came home i looked up the symptoms [out of curiosity]
and it pretty much reads like a description of my life
but i wondered, why take drugs to obviate this? i like being the way i am.
admittedly school was a nightmare from which i absconded as much as possible [ with exception of PLC in Melbourne]
and i have trouble staying in conversations in which i am not rivetted
televison puts me to sleep very quickly
and my "office" floor is kneedeep in receipts
files need to be visible in order to stay on the radar
but on the bright side there is always some new and intriguing train of thought to follow
dull moments are enlivened by [possibly] mad imaginings
and life is anything but boring
this [to my mind] is as it should be...
have a nice weekend.