Distractions, distractions, distract … oh, look at that
So how was your morning? Mine was perfectly normal.
I was out in the garden raking and the wind felt a bit nippy so I decided to get my old garden jacket out of the back porch.
On my way in through the sunroom, I notice that that the seed trays I’ve started look dry so I water them and go back out to the garden. Then I realize that I forgot to get my jacket so in I go again and think I might as well fill up the watering pot on my way through the kitchen, which I do.
Then I decide to fill my thermal mug with ice water for the garden.
I have to go upstairs to get it from where it is every morning, on my bed table because I take ice water to bed with me every night.
On the way up the stairs I’m thinking I’ll throw in a load of laundry while I’m at it because there’s still time for it to dry on the line and I also realize that the stair runner looks like Hansel and Gretel had been playing there so I go back down to get the cordless vacuum so I can give the runner a lick and a promise on the way back down with my mug. Next to the vacuum I see a bunch of stuff that should go in the recycling which is out in the porch where my garden jacket is, which reminds me that that’s why I came in in the first place.
On the way back with the vacuum I pass the downstairs bathroom and I think I might as well go now so I don’t end up having to come in from the garden again. Then I remember that I was going upstairs for something else when I decided to vacuum and I can’t remember what it was so I go up anyway because I’m sure I’ll remember once I get there. Up I go and right away I remember the laundry.
I throw in a load, vacuum my way back down the stairs and head back to the garden feeling quite satisfied with my multitasking. It’s a bit chilly in the garden and it dawns on me that I still don’t have my jacket which was how my multi-tasking all started in the first place. Cts…chuckle to self.
I go back in and the jacket is not hanging where it should be. That jacket is always on that hook in the back porch when it is not on me. Nobody else in my household would wear that jacket. I think I must have brought it outside after all and forgotten. Maybe I left it in the sunroom.
It’s not there. I cannot find it anywhere. Even though I’m sure I saw it hanging on that hook just a while ago, I look in the front closet and I even look in the shed.
There is no one home but me. I start wonder if I’m finally losing it, or getting ‘it’ (as those of us with ‘it’ in our family refer to Alzheimer’s).
I get an old flannel shirt and go back to work in the garden. After a while I realize I am thirsty and remember that the original reason I went upstairs an hour ago was to get my water mug.
I go back in, get the mug, fill it up and back I am again in the garden.
I find gardening to be thirsty work. I go through my water and get another one without distraction. Two big mugs of water going in will not wait too long to come out (at least in my body) so the next thing you know I have to go back into the house again to the bathroom.
Where I find my jacket.