My Wandering Mind

By Jim Hagarty

You might have noticed the subtitle for Lifetime Sentences is Tales from a Wandering Mind.

You might also have noticed, if you have been reading this blog, that I do, in fact, appear to have a wandering mind.

I’m like the guy who responded to the friend who commented on his bloodshot eyes, “You should see them from my side.”

It doesn’t bother me that my mind wanders, but sometimes it is tiring. It is like there is someone in my head with a tiny remote control, continuously changing the channels.

I would like to complete that last thought, but I am afraid my mind has already wandered away.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.