Making mistakes, not keeping secrets

It seems as though I’m really good at putting things off. Here it is time for the bulbs to come up and bloom so I find mine laying on a shelf in the garage. Something else I put off this morning. I open my eyes and the clock says I have 15 more minutes. Easy decision, but also overslept.

I read that studies show that a body is better rested if they slept in a neat, wellmade up bed. No wonder I wake up tired. I need to stop flipping the bed clothes and hoping that they land in an appearance of a well made up bed. I made another stupid mistake yesterday. I hesitate to ask if I’m doing more of them. Anytime I tell someone they just say, “Oh, I do that all the time.” I can’t tell if they are trying to appease me.

Here’s what happened. How would you have han- dled it?

I vacuumed and ‘pledged’ the inside of my pickup. I had to make like a contortionist as my new sweeper wasn’t designed to reach far places. I’ve driven the messy sloppy back roads and even the hood was spattered so the next chore was a car wash. Anticipation was in the air as I pulled in my favorite car wash. It was going to be so nice to be clean, inside and out. I chose the most expensive treatment. The sign kept saying “Please move forward” so I did — too far and the front wheel rolled of the machine. I knew I had goofed and yes, I put it in reverse, hoping it would reset itself. It didn’t. Not a soul on the place and me with no paper or tape to leave a note. After a slow burn, common sense prevailed. It was all my own fault. I really wanted to blame someone but couldn’t think of anyone but me. So, I pulled around to the front, put in new money and did it right this time.

But, now, do I tell it on myself or keep it a secret? I’ve never been good at secrets. But, the rub is — is it a normal goof or a senile mistake? Is it guilt over wasted money or fear that I’m making more goofs because of age? A little of both!

I’m using Radar Road a lot because of the construction flag man. It’s such a narrow crooked road that I’m doubly cautious. I always think and remember what a fine gentleman and minister the road is named after. He ate a couple of meals in our home and tried to give my husband his only suit after our house burnt in 1975. I’m always thankful for the fine people that made us so welcome. Most of them are gone now. I cherish the new friends I’ve made at the Rogers Wellness Center.

The subject of paving Sugar Creek Road is best left untalked about my house.

Yellow isn’t my favorite color but right now, the daffodils and forsythia make my heart sing.

••• Editors note: Edith Lammey has been a resident of the area for nearly 40 years. She can be contacted through The Times at 4511196 or prtnews@nwaonline.com.