There are those days that really should be started over again.
As I told my swimming class then the writing class, I forgot my shoes, I forgot to look at the gas gauge, and I forgot my teeth. At least I had the basics in the way of clothes. G left me a note on my windshield at the gym saying, “You will like yourself better with teeth.” Such a truism already….so I stopped at home and got my teeth and shoes. Only after the poem An Anonymity was read and well shredded in class, did I stop on the way home to get gas.
Poor old Grumpy has a gas gauge that reads empty going down the hill and a quarter tank going up…one of General Motors better idea’s I am sure. Only at the station did I discover that the wallet with my debit card wasn’t with me…anywhere. I used a credit card, oh grrrrr, took a few pictures at the store for Facebook, and went home to find the wallet on the office desk under a mountain of detritus to be sorted.
So I made three decisions: 1. Hereafter I shall get fully ready the night before from packing my breakfast and lunch to laying out clothes and accouterments…which will include my driver’s license and gym card. 2. I shall finish gutting the office and pack everything away….which I did. 3. And I’ll write a poem about the day I forgot everything.
That ought to do me.