I was getting ready for bed last night when I remembered
that today is Wednesday and it’s my turn to write a post. I don’t usually remember
this late at night, and I really have no excuse because after work yesterday I took
my sister-in-law shopping, and at the end of the evening, she asked me, “Tomorrow
is Wednesday, isn’t it? Are we going to our knitting group tomorrow?”
“Yeah, it's Wednesday, and yes I’m planning on it,” I said,
and yet it didn’t sink in that I also had to write my post until hours later
when I was getting ready for bed.
Had I remembered I needed to write a post earlier this wouldn’t
be an issue. And here I wanted to try and be more organized this year.
So much for that.
And what makes it worse, last week, on Tuesday evening as I
was getting ready for bed, I messaged Konnie and said, “Please tell me it’s
your turn to post.”
Too bad, that wouldn’t get the same results this week.
Actually, I’m surprised I haven’t received a message from
Konnie reminding me, she usually does. Though of course, she isn’t feeling well
right now.
Something I wouldn’t know except the other night I couldn’t
sleep, so I started reading one of her manuscripts on our shared drive. It is
an unfinished manuscript and I wanted to be assured that the two main
characters did not end up being biologically related, from the clues given
there was a possibility there, since the heroine's mother had no memory of her
life before meeting the heroine’s father and uncle, and she shared some
features with his cousin.
So, Monday I called Konnie to ask her about it. She couldn’t
talk right then because she was in the ER. She called me when they were on the
way home. I did beg her to tell me they were not biologically related. She
assured me they weren’t, though they share some relations, they are related
on different sides of the family tree. Good news there.
Bad news, she’s sick so she hasn’t noticed I haven’t posted
yet. She usually does. I promise. She usually reminds me like on Tuesday
morning, or at least well before my usual bedtime that it's my turn. She knows I
can be scatterbrained. After all, she’s lived with me for a couple of decades.
As hard as I try to stay organized, what my house looks
more like is orderly chaos. I can generally find what I’m looking for unless
Patches managed to move it to someplace else.
I have little nests here and there piled with
things, and I know what things are in what nests. I know where they are, but it's
still a mess. I’m working on it.
But again, I’ve always been like this. I try to be neat and
orderly, but I have piles of papers and notebooks, and sometimes books all over
the place. Some of the mess is also mail I really should be dealing with.
Once, many years ago, my husband asked where a certain paper
was. My answer was something like this, “Oh, in that pile on my desk. It should
be somewhere between the yellow paper and the pink paper.”
He just stared at me in shock. There was a rainbow of color
in that pile, and it was pretty tall for a pile of papers. I walked over and
pulled what he needed out of the middle of that mess, somewhere between the two
colors I had mentioned. He was still in shock when I handed it to him.
Give me a break. I try to be organized, but at least I can
remember where I put things.
In contrast, my husband was always misplacing things.
Once when we returned home, he unlocked and entered the
house ahead of me, as I entered, I heard metal hitting wood, which had to be
his keys landing somewhere, only logical.
A few hours later, he had to go somewhere, and couldn’t find
his keys. He panicked. I considered how far ahead of me he was when I heard the
keys land on wood and looked toward the nearest piece of wooden furniture to
that location. And there they were, right on top in plain sight. I could see
them from across the room.
He could never figure out how I could stay so calm when he
was panicking. I used my head instead of zigzagging around the
house searching every hiding place he could think of. The man was literally
looking under and between the couch cushions!
Let’s see, it hit wood. Oh! There it is!
So, I guess I’m a "logical scatterbrain." How about you?
Happy writing everyone!
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