And apologies that this image is the only Regency-related item in this post. Right now, I’m snatching time to compose this post between school winter parties and packing for a trip to my parents and I have nothing relevant to say, except that maybe some of you can relate to my state last Saturday afternoon…
After coming home after running errands in blistering cold, I stared at my To Do List and felt so overwhelmed that I decided to make a fresh pot of coffee. So I rinsed the pot, ditched the old filter and discovered that the garbage can in the kitchen was full. I went out to the garage to throw it out.
As I returned to the kitchen, I saw the tray of cookies we were going to use as part of our Christmas tree decoration and remembered that I needed to put yarn through them for hanging. So I went upstairs to look for the white yarn, which I thought was in the sewing basket in the linen closet. Well, the yarn wasn’t in the sewing basket, but I ran across some crochet hooks, which reminded me that I planned to make a scarf for a friend and was going to shop for materials the next day. So I went through the crochet hooks and made a list of the sizes I own, to avoid buying more duplicates.
Then I remembered that I was there for yarn and concluded it must be in the larger craft box in the garage. As I headed to the garage, I passed the downstairs closet, saw my purse and remembered I was out of tissues. I made a mental note to get a small packet from the upstairs closet (where I’d just been, of course). Then I wandered into the kitchen and saw that I hadn’t put a new liner into the garbage can. I did that and then noticed the coffee pot still in the sink.
So I made some coffee, which made me want a cookie, which reminded me that I still needed that white yarn. So I headed back out to the garage and got the yarn. I drank some coffee, prepared the cookies for hanging, and felt a glowing sense of closure as I got ready to tackle the rest of my list.
But I didn’t get a packet of tissues into my purse until Monday.
Anyone else have days like these?
By the time this is posted, I will be on my way to my parents’ house, looking forward to a traditional Lithuanian Christmas Eve dinner, complete with smoked eel (ugh) and honey spice cookies (yum)! I hope you are all planning something fun and warmest wishes for a happy holiday!
LOL, Elena! Every day has felt like that this week. 🙂 I am having tea with some friends in about an hour (at a lovely little semi-English tea room), and then tacos, margaritas, and presents with family tonight. Luckily no eel.
Wow, that was some day! 🙂 And eel, ewwwwww. . . just another turkey here. Happy Holidays folks!!! 🙂
Elena, this sounds like the story of my life, except one must add “carry cat to litter box” and going upstairs and forgetting what I went for.
Amanda, English tea and tacos????
I spent 5 1/2 hours shopping at the mall and at the grocery store yesterday and was exhausted after. Fell asleep on the couch.
Oh, Elena, I am so there! “Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most.” The important thing is that you didn’t let the scattered feeling ruin your day. 🙂
Tacos and margaritas sound great (I never cared for egg nog that much–not that we ever had it, not a Lithuanian custom). Turkey is another fine substitute for eel. Though perhaps I should add that that is not the only dish!
Diane, 5 1/2 hours at any mall at this season sounds totally exhausting! You totally deserved that nap.
Elena, you just described my life. It’s good to know I’m not the only one wandering in circles all day long!
Mmmm… lemme see… most of my days would look like that if someone wrote them down.
I had a day where I kept forgetting to buy eggs and eventually bought them at a convenience store for an outrageous price.
We had the traditional Christmas Eve meatloaf and watched the PBS Nutcracker from the San Francisco ballet, which is wonderful.
Merry Christmas Eve, Riskies!
My friend Astrid told me about “the portal theory of memory”: walking through a door erases the memory of what you walked through the door for, which can only be recovered by walking back through the door to the place you started from. I don’t know if it’s really true–but it does describe an awful lot of what happens to me. 🙂 Except for me it’s going up or down the stairs. Oh, well, at least I get extra exercise.
Todd, I like that theory. It explains a lot. And I do get a lot of exercize. 🙂