Here There and Everywhere

Expat wanderer

Soaked

It’s just the season, and it’s not so bad. It’s one of those days when I just have a lot to do, and after ‘working’ the Angel Tree, I hurry to the commissary. Just as I have checked out, we hear the thunder and lightning, and the rain comes down in sheets.

It shows no signs of stopping. When it lightens just a little, I rush to the car, which is not too far away, and by the time I get there, my dress is soaked. We stand under the car door, which, thank God, opens in the “up” direction, as the bagger unloads the groceries, and then I hurry home, and AdventureMan unloads while I, shivering in my wet dress, change clothes.

I don’t get to wear this dress often. It is a beautiful, thin, light wool challis, from Iran. Too warm for most of the year here, and not warm enough for our record cold days. It is a beautiful, subtle paisley with burgundy, cobalt and emerald paisleys intricately strewn on a khaki background. I love the pattern, and I am terrified the soaking will shrink the wool.

I had some studies to do for a class I am taking, I had some preparations to do for Thanksgiving, roaring upon us this week, and I needed to do laundry. After I had done all that, I was catching up with “Alaska, the Last Frontier” when AdventureMan came to me and said “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” I queried. “Why?”

“We wanted to go to the handbells concert today, and I forgot!”

I looked at the clock. The concert was half over. Even if I wanted to go, just getting ready and getting there would take up the time the concert had left.

I am great in the mornings. I get up, have my routine, get things done. I check the calendar, I am ORGANIZED. But something happens to me by late afternoon, things just slip my mind. I get involved with a quilting project or reading a book, or . . . . or whatever. By the time I remember a late afternoon activity, I’ve missed it. Oh aaarrgh.

I’m thinking when I look at my calendar in the morning, I should set my alarm for any activity I have scheduled in the afternoon, but I don’t always keep my phone nearby . . .

So begins my week.

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November 24, 2014 - Posted by | Aging, Quality of Life Issues, Thanksgiving, Weather

2 Comments »

  1. Don’t feel like the Lone Ranger. I have always had a low ebb in the afternoon-between 2:30 and 3 when my energy bottoms out and my head gets a little muzzy. I have learned to look at the clock around that time and take a look at the calendar, list, whatever for a refresher. Of course if I am involved in something, that doesn’t always work but usually I can feel when it’s that time. Luckily my mistakes have never killed anyone, LOL.

    Comment by momcatwa | November 24, 2014 | Reply

    • I am so thankful to hear that 🙂 I had a fear it was creeping dementia, although I kind of think I’ve always been this way. I’m so glad I am not the Lone Ranger, LOL!

      Comment by intlxpatr | November 24, 2014 | Reply


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