UNDO, PLEASE

Maybe the problem began when I tried to paint something I didn’t want to paint.  Someone had asked for a rainy street scene, and the result was pitiful.  Being half-way frugal, I wasn’t going to waste the little 8x10 canvas.  Maybe that’s when the problem began.  I set out to turn it into a flower painting. 

There was a biker in the dismal street scene.  He was pretty dismal, too.  I commenced with the metamorphosis.  As this experiment developed into a flower, I took photographs – for posterity or something. 

Well, this was no cocoon and that was no butterfly.  The daggone picture went through ten changes before I finally quit, gave up or finished it.   I liked #7 the best.  Can I un-do?

I named it “Bike to Flower.” 

FIRST SCOOP OF PEANUT BUTTER

I love to take the first scoop out of a brand new jar of smooth peanut butter.  But some people get crazy.  I read this online today:  “I like to keep as much of that smooth surface as intact as possible, so I slice through a small section near the edge, creating an opening to the peanut butter below. Then, on subsequent peanut butter uses, I tunnel underneath the surface through that small opening, getting as much out before the top collapses.”   

Now this gal’s gotta get a life, for goodness sakes!

FLYING PAPER TOWELS

You know how there are some things that just float your boat?  Mine is getting the paper towels down.

I stack paper towel rolls vertically on the wire shelf above my washer and dryer.  It’s high, so I use a step stool.  Of course, I can’t reach it, so when I want to get one down I just take a yard stick and poke it up through the wire shelf into a paper towel roll and flip it down and catch it.

I guess you’d have to be there. 

MANIC DAY

Let me see, how many more things can I cram into my day than I've already challenged myself to do?!!

Hmmmm.  Maybe I could reheat this cup of coffee one more time.  Oops!  Maybe I could burn myself!

I can already tell it's one of those manic days coming on! Yay?

Does hair spray work very well as a makeup foundation?  I’ll let you know.

George will be glad he slept through this.  He doesn't like loud noises.

Half of those pills are gone and I only remember taking two.

- - - 5 hours later - - -

Just got back from an errand-running marathon capped off with a leisurely lunch at Chili’s.  Yes “leisurely.”  I took my time.  I played with the electronic game on the table.  I’m sure I must have heard someone say, “That poor lonely old woman is wasting her time on a child’s game.” 

But I felt NO GUILT.  Maybe that’s because I brought a half rack of ribs home to George. 

DENTIST’S CHAIR

What do you do in the dentist’s waiting room?  Magazines.  There was this informative article about caregiving but it was a bait-and-switch because it put my emotions into the future and inevitable reality.

When they called me in and started making small talk, I discovered a lump in my throat and attempted to be courteous quietly.  (Henceforth I will be more understanding of people who rudely give short answers.) 

I grabbed the dark plastic glasses without making eye contact and eagerly got into the dentist’s chair so they would maybe stop asking me how I was and how my family was etc etc. 

For the first time in my life I was relieved when they put their tools into my mouth because it distracted me from thinking about caregiving.  But soon I had to laugh because I realized I had flipped back to caregiving to distract me from what was going on in my mouth.  So I flipped back and forth.  I just couldn’t make up my mind what to think about!

Life is full of mysteries.  Just give me a warning next time!