Failed to write daily in my journal from March to August this year.
Failed to water the basil last week.
Failed to sew the binding on Scott's quilt this week.
Failed to go walking the last two mornings.
Failed to get an important announcement into the ward bulletin yesterday.
Failed to figure out something Marcia said in an e-mail she sent a few minutes ago, and responded - then I DID and sent her a second one back saying, Duh!
It can go like this, right?
"I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit.
"No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't.
But there was going to be when I began it.
It's just that something happened to it along the way."
So, the result is . . .
¤ Blog posts may be my 2011 journal.
¤ The basil died.
¤ Broken promise to my son and the unfinished (yet and still) quilt.¤ Less energy lately.
¤ The bishop will have to make the announcement.
¤ Marcia will roll her eyes.
1 comments:
Hilarious! Too many irons in the fire, my friend. You realize that just a few decades ago, people our age were considered to be fairly elderly. But now everyone is pushing the envelope (age-wise) and we're still considered to be fairly middle-agish and therefor everyone still expects us to remember things and actually get things done! Bummer, eh?
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