It’s a sleepy day today.
Getting some stuff done, although you’d never know by looking.
The problem is I keep hopping from one thing to another, I am turning into my friend.
My friend Beverly, I am just going to call her by her name, is a very sweet lady, but also very disorganized.
She has a friend named Roger, who I wish would come back for a visit, (he lives in Oklahoma, I think, or maybe Texas or Alabama, I don’t know, he moves around a lot), because I’d love for him to come out to my house and do some work for me. He has excellent taste in decorating combined with the manly strength and carpentry skills to get the heavy stuff done.
He is also one of those people who can find the gems in a second hand junk store.
Anyway, one day Roger told Beverly he would help her clean out her attic. He designated a spot for trash, a spot for keep, and a spot for donate. He told her to start in one corner and he would start in the opposite corner, and to just keep on going.
Good plan, except Beverly is a very scattered person.
So she found something in the attic that belonged in the kitchen, so she took it down two floors to the kitchen, where she noticed the dishwasher needed to be loaded, and while she was at it she may as well take that load of laundry down to the basement and get it started, and then she figured since she was back in the kitchen she should start making lunch and when she opened the fridge she saw a spill that needed to be cleaned up, and maybe she should go to the store because she was almost out of mustard…
There are times when I visit her I just want to grab her and say please stop. She is like a bird that flits from place to place to place and never sits still, and everything is half done, as she will put on water for tea, and start to unload the dishwasher, and then get out a cup for me, and then remember she needs one for herself, and meanwhile the water is boiling, as ahe opens her mail, and sets it down when she realizes we need tea bags, and where is the sugar or would I rather have honey, and maybe a piece of bread with some butter would be nice as she pours some cat food into their bowl and pulls out a hot dog to cut up for the dog, and then she notices the water is boiling, and gets out a plate for some cookies, and the water is still boiling, and we need spoons…
That has been my day today. I was melting butter in a skillet to make breakfast when I noticed the dog’s treat jar was empty, so I went to get treats to fill the jar, only then I noticed that the dog wanted back in, and the cat was staring at an empty water bowl, so I gave the cat some water, and let the dog in, it was only when I needed the scissors to open the bag of treats that I saw the butter melting in the skillet on the stove and remembered that I had started out to make some breakfast… and this has been my entire day.
I hate being scattered, because even though I am busy nothing is getting done.
