I Forgot

Forgot

                This morning I made the coffee, it is a fancy machine where you heat the water before you make the coffee. Well, I forgot to heat the water before letting the machine perk. The mess that dripped through looked more like weak tea than a strong brew and it was cold; so much for starting the day out right with a nice cup of coffee. Guess I will just have toast. I put the bread in the toaster and moved to clean up the coffee debacle. The toast stuck and burnt sending smoke around the kitchen. Flaying at the rising smoke with a dishtowel proved futile as the smell enveloped me and settled on everything. I had to open the door to get the smoke out. Forgot the alarm code and sent the wail through the house.

Time to do laundry, I put the clothes in the washing machine and closed the lid. When I come back to throw the clothes in the dryer, I discover I forgot to turn it on. Out to check the mail, no need to worry about the alarm. HA. I find the letters I had put in the box back in my box, unsent. Seems I forgot to affix a stamp to send them on their way.

Passing by the hall mirror, I see that I had put my shirt on wrong side out because I forgot to turn it right side out. Could this day get any worse? I doubt it. Lunch was delayed because someone forgot to turn the burner on. Noon found me totally frustrated and the house still smelled like burnt toast. I find myself snapping at Bud and he has this puzzled look on his face. I feel light headed and my stomach is growling. In the hubbub of the morning, I had forgotten to eat lunch.

Bud doesn’t deserve to be a victim of my forgetfulness and neither do I. I got Bud settled to watch his favorite morning show and decided to hit the rewind on my day. I slip into my pajamas and went back to bed, pulled the cover over my head and looked for the reset button.             I am going to see if I can find my memory button and start this day all over again, on a more positive not this time.

Don’t laugh! I just found out that I am not as old as I thought I was. What a marvelous concept. It is not that I am losing my mind; has more to do with the fact that when I turned 50, I made a big deal of celebrating.  Every day for a week, I did something different with various friends and family. Activities included: eating the prize winning Jambalaya for the year, grilling in the back yard and having cake with my grown children at 11pm. The kids made the 8 hour trip after work to spend the day with me. Each day was special. Since, I haven’t kept track of my age. Not that I think that it’s all down hill, just that I have been busy doing lots of things that I had put off doing.  Turning 50 was a wake up call to access where I had been, where I was and to motivate me to accomplish something if I was so inclined. When you set your mind to see what you can do, great things happen.

                Now I discover that I have a whole year to be this age again, it doesn’t get any better. What shall I do with my year? Shall I make all the mistakes that I previously made; quite possible. There are things I would do differently if I could go back. I can’t go back but I can try to be better at what I do the second time around. This time, I will reach out and challenge new opportunities that come my way. I will grab live and hold on. I’m not as old as I thought I was so I am going to act as young as I am, even if that is over 50. :-)