I haven’t been posting much on account of being busy. Real busy. I like my new job, but I’m…busy.
I haven’t forgotten my C&F friends. Be aware that, even though I am a Somewhat Distant Undisputed, I am still your Undisputed and my benevolence continues to radiate in your General Direction(s).
On an unrelated topic, I now have clinical evidence of memory impairment secondary to Excessive Busy-ness.
Last night I went into the kitchen and picked up a cool little top (you know, the little spinning toys) that someone had given me. It has a red LED imbedded in it which is activated when it is spun and it’s a cool effect. So, I give it a good spin and then move on down the counter to make a sandwich. When it ran out of energy, maybe 30 seconds later, it rattled on the counter top and startled me and I look over at it, like, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT NOISE?
I have to admit, I was a bit worried that the peanut butter had gotten you, Dale. Glad to see that it didn’t.
As for your story, I have a similar-ish one. When my 8 year old was a baby (he had just learned how to toddle around), we went to a friend’s house for dinner. They had a fairly large farm, with this really neat pond in front of the house that had loads of ducks and geese around it. Seán seemed to really like the ducks, and it was all I could do to keep him from toddling toward the pond to commune with them, or whatever it was he wanted to do. We had been there for about an hour when I discovered, to my horror, that Seán was missing. I was frantic, and very quickly located my husband telling him that I couldn’t find Seán and would he PLEASE help me find him…he MUST be in the pond. My husband just stood there and looked at me. I asked him (in a rather shrill voice) why on earth he was just standing there looking at me. He very calmly, and trying very hard not to smile as he replied, said “Because you are holding him on your hip.” Yes, I was mortified, and felt very silly afterwards. It was one of those moments that I still have not lived down. In fact, I’m sure that I more than likely never will.
Ha! Just a spinning top? That’s nothing. Wait till you start finding you left the stove on - often. When you’ve finally burned your house down, you can just say to yourself, “Well, I was very … busy.” That’s what I plan to do … if I remember to … cuz I’m very … um … busy …
Three elderly ladies are chatting about their memories. The first says “My memory is getting so bad that sometimes I’ll find myself on the staircase, and I can’t remember if I wanted to go up or down”.
The second lady says"You think that’s bad? The other day I found myself naked, with one foot in the bathtub and one foot out and I couldn’t remember if I was going in to take a bath, or coming out!" *
The third lady is dismissive. “Oh, you old biddies! Luckily, my memory is PERFECT, knock on wood!” She knocks on the wood table top “Come in…”
*for the sake of the joke, please ignore the fact that if she was coming out of the bath she’d be wet, dry going in. It’s a joke.
Looking for glasses while they’re on my forehead, or, worse, while I’m actually wearing them? I can top that!
Two months ago I lost my glasses. REALLY lost them. I knew I’d put them down somewhere, but scoured the house for them. Eventually I decided I must have put them down on something (such as old newspaper) which had been put out for recycling, or rubbish collection. I went to the optician and got new glasses. It was about time for that, anyway.
So last night my wife did a super-duper cleanup for her book group coming around. The glasses were behind the armchair. They tell me. Ho hum.
You’re probably a bit younger than I Dale, and perhaps have not yet experienced on repeated occasions walking into a room in the house, and saying “Now, why did I come in here?”
