I think I’ve mentioned before that DH is the organizing person, and I am the creative person. We complement well.
But when he’s gone?
Well, this is what my life turns into:
- 10:15: Finally done with work! Must go deposit a check and get a quick bit of food from grocery. Approximation of time: 25 minutes.
- I get the check, my purse, my scarf.
- I walk out to the car. Realize someone said they’d drop off a check, so I check the back "studio" mailbox. Nothing.
- Realize I didn’t stamp the check. I go back in the back door, go stamp it, go back out.
- Then I realize they may have dropped it in the real mailbox out front. Go out front. Yes! They did!
- Go in the front door. Open envelope in the studio. Get thirsty, go into waiting room for drink of water. Go back in studio, stamp check. Leave out back door.
- Get to the bank. Grab checks --- wait, only one check. Get out of car, look in passenger seat, backseat, underneath the seats. Give up and deposit one check.
- Go to grocery store. Find those singing and dancing plush Christmas toys are 75% percent off! Buy a few! And am so relieved I finally got paid, I buy some bath salts to celebrate.
- Go home. Forgot to buy FOOD at the grocery store. It is now 11:45 and I still haven’t eaten dinner. I search the house for the check, find it, and head back to the bank ATM.
- Deposit it. Go home, almost sleeping at the wheel.
- Get home at 12:30, forgot to get food. Go to bed, too tired to eat anyway. Time spent: 2 hours and 15 minutes.
Appropriately, this Emily Dickinson poem arrived in my Inbox via DailyLit this morning:
THE LOST THOUGHT.
I felt a clearing in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.
The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.
I knew there was a reason I loved Emily Dickinson.