I think there must be a lot of lonely Russian Women, because every time I go to my junk email folder to clean it out, I see the subject line offering me lonely Russian women. Goodness girls, get out there and find a life on your own! Don’t you know advertising like that is risky? Yes, I know sometimes we all need something to cuddle up with, to give us a sense of security, but there are better ways. Take a hint from Shasta:
I’m wondering when it’s time to worry about my brain. This River Birch tree that grows in my yard reminds me of my mind sometimes – the layers peeling away, leaving gaps, most especially in the short-term memory parts:
Some of you probably know what I mean – like the time I went into the bathroom to take my pills, put pills in my hand, water in the cup, drank the water, set the cup down. Whoops! Pills are still in my hand. Try again.
Or when I go into the closet to get something to wear, discover something has fallen off the shelf onto the floor (possibly the cat helped that?) so I pick it up, refold, and replace on the shelf. Then leave the closet with nothing to wear in hand. Try again.
Or when I’m brushing my teeth I think of some item I need to pick up next time I go to town, but I’m brushing my teeth so I don’t immediately write it down and by the time I get to my white board, where I keep that list, I have no idea what it was. Try again.
Or when I can’t find the car keys – the ones that are on my finger.
Yeah, those times. Is it time to worry yet?
I suspect a connection between the two. She says since I put the dish of goodies on the table next to her chair, right at nose level, I must have meant them to be for her. Right? Not exactly, Shasta! Good thing that chocolate didn’t have a lot of cacao in it, so it appears it was a no harm, no foul situation.
We went out for a Bailey walk the other afternoon, but Bailey opted out of the walk. She did what she needs to do when she goes outside, then plopped down in the grass. She was looking at me with a pretty face, until I took the phone out of my pocket and pointed it at her – then she did her “get out of my face” routine. I did – after I took a picture of the petulant girl.
That’s fine – it’s a good day to put on sweats and minimal makeup, maybe do a little laundry, maybe bake something, maybe just read my book. What are you doing with your day?