Oh, to be organized...
The other day I reached up into a kitchen cabinet…the one where I keep light bulbs, envelopes, WD-40 (you recall, that's the anti-wrinkle formula), and I could not find what it was I needed…as I recall, it was an old pair of reading glasses. Instead of being right where they should have been (right by the WD-40), they were nowhere to be found. There were garden gloves and rubbing alcohol and one of those little lights that you can touch and it turns on…and a roll of fishing line (although I don't fish), and Rust-o-leum in a variety of colors, and Coppertone #8 Sunscreen (not much protection), and a Bingo dobber, (in case I'm feelin' "lucky"), a jar of jewelry cleaner (for all my jewels), some Tums, a can of "Great Stuff" (it's great stuff), three bottles of hydrogen peroxide (ya never know), a giant tube of wood glue, some Apples & Cinnamon scented liquid simmering potpourri concentrate, a jar of plumber's putty, steel wool, a Universal Windshield Washer Pump, (that "meets or exceeds original equipment specifications"), a bottle of liquid something that is guaranteed to smell just like deer urine, and last but not least, a similar-looking bottle labeled, "Odor Lock," which is guaranteed to make you smell like nothing, should you choose to go to the deer woods with your bottle of deer-urine-scented stuff in hand. I suppose one counteracts the other; I really don't know.
What I DO know is that the cabinet that contains all these things does NOT contain a pair of reading glasses. And as unorganized as the above-mentioned contents makes me appear, I felt much better about my organizational skills (or lack of) when I contemplated this….
at least they're all in the cabinet!
I think that God just did not intend for me to an organized individual…not in any way, not even in my thoughts...they're all over the board. I'm sending an email and I jump up to boil an egg cause it suddenly dawns on me that tomorrow might be a low-carb day. I'm boiling the egg and I recall that there are clothes in the washer to be dried, etc. etc. etc. The day is over and I have 50 things half done. But tomorrow's right around the corner…
And speaking of corners, I need to clean that one in the bathroom…where's that Comet…right by the furniture polish…gotta polish that end table…where's that candle that usually sits here?…in the bedroom? Did I say bedroom?…need to strip those sheets to wash…and so on and so on. Perhaps I'll be Martha Stewart in another life. Speaking of which…I think I have a book of hers somewhere…
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- -- Posted by goat lady on Wed, Oct 3, 2007, at 8:55 AM
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