Woke early enough with big plans for the day but quickly forget about all that and have been dragging my feet all morning. Now it's almost lunch and time to atone for my sins or at least some of them. Plans are -
Put in order for some emergency supplies. I was raised to gear up, prepare for the coming apocalypse. Most of my life, a few exceptions aside, though never to that extent I've been pretty good about it. Nothing fabulous but enough that I'd have at least a little extra just in case. What I've realized with this pandemic is boy that stuff goes fast. So it's got me thinking long term. A couple three months is good but look at what a dent I've put in it when already even at the start it could have been better. For some reason I keep dragging my feet when it comes to placing the order though. So today that's one thing I'm determined to get done – hit the pay button. Not plan the budget, figure the menu, fill the cart, do all that. Nope just hit the pay button. Sheesh how hard could it be? The money is there but still I keep dragging my feet.
Walk to the mail box. Again dragging my feet. Foolishly I let my grandson play with my eyeglass case. He has dozens of times before without incident but this time he broke the hinges. It's the best one I've ever owned and wouldn't you know it vintage. I got notified by the seller, begging after a revue, it's here and days latter there in the mailbox it still sits and still no revue. Even more pathetic when I go to fetch my glasses or put them away I curse myself under my breath for ever having allowed myself to trust a two year old with it. Then I think yeah but he's almost three. Then I feel ashamed of myself because even so three is still pretty young to be trusting a child with a treasured possesion. Well enough with the guilt. I just have get up off my ass and go get the damn thing already.
Move the box. There is a box that I keep tripping over and cursing at. I know I should move it but I don't. Which is really pretty pathetic and inexcusable because it's right next to the shelf, bottom shelf so not even a lift or an inch away. That and empty too, and small. So it's not like back breaking, strenuous labor I'm avoiding. I don't know maybe it's so I'll have something other than Monte to speak to because I can't curse at the cat for something he hasn't done. Or for that matter even something he has.
Well now that I read this I guess I could have just said – do things I've been putting off, avoiding. Sorry, thanks for listening.
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