04/02/2024
I spilled some coffee on my desk so headed to the kitchen for some paper towels for clean-up. Then it occurred to me that I needed to turn the direction of the fan on my seedlings in the living room. While I'm busy tending to my plants, I hear the dryer buzzer go off, so I head to the laundry room to unload and reload and then think, "Dang, I'm chilly running around the house with shorts on," (the temp dropped after that last storm came through). So I head to my master closet and dig for a pair of sweats when it occurred to me that I should gather the rest of the dirty laundry while I'm back here, then proceed to think about changing the sheets today as well, but I'll get the clothes laundry done first (which roughly translates to "If I need to I can put off that task until tomorrow...or the next day.") But I diverge! I gathered dirty clothes from nothing short of four different places (and NO...none actually came from the laundry hamper!) and dumped them off in the laundry room. And since I was there, what in tarnation is on top of the washer causing so much racket when the washer spins? It's glass I sat there a couple of weeks ago as a reminder to myself that I need to decide if I want to keep this stuff or pass it on. I immediately do as I have for the past couple of weeks and promptly distract myself from actually thinking about it (and now writing about it HAS got me thinking about it, for a second) by puttering over to my dining room window, picking up the binoculars and spying on the inhabitants of the pond across the way. I spied some crows hunting around the east side of the pond and remembered I had some old bread to throw out to them, so I ran out in the rain to do that. When I got back in, I couldn't remember what I did with my phone so I searched around the dining room (they were next to the binoculars) when some of my collections caught my eye. My next thought was in regards to a conversation with my daughter, Stormie, and telling her I was going to start photographing the stuff in my house so I have a record of the stuff. (Mostly stuff my kids probably won't want when I'm over the rainbow bridge 100 years from now, but they should know not to sell it at a yard sale for $1. Also the family pieces and where they came from, etc.) So I set off photographing collections from my kitchen and dining room. Then a few in the living room. Then the cat wanted out and that made ME have to go p*e. Off to the bathroom, across the hall from my office, I p*ed and moved on to the hand washing (yes, I ALWAYS wash my hands!) all the while thinking about the ham stock I had simmering on the stove, when I suddenly realized I forgot to print off my recipe so...I stepped across the hall to my office to print off the recipe...and found spilled coffee and a now-cold cuppa on my desk. Damn. How did I forget the paper towels? This is my true-life day today...probably most days. I'm happily living it along. How's your day? I hope you're finding things to be thankful for and smiling like me! Now, where did I put my glasses?
