I just don't seem to change
I am not talking about underwear or socks. Those I change. I am talking about paying attention to details.
I made burgers for supper. I think there was a subliminal message from Jimmy Buffet to have a cheeseburger with lettuce and tomato, Heinz 57 but no french fried potatoes.
I have been listening to the Margaritaville channel on Sirius a lot. The music is summer music and seems fitting.
Anyway, I had a mojito. I mixed it a little on the strong side. Cheeseburgers. Mojito. What could go wrong?
Well, at 7 p.m. as I was halfway through both, people started showing up at my door because we had rehearsal for the play tonight at our house! Yes, I missed that on the calendar and I have not checked e mail today, otherwise I would have seen the reminder.
So there I am, mojito on my table, tomato on my shirt, a burger on my plate....and a messy kitchen. I was embarassed.
The mojito helped.
I have always had a problem with details. They seem to escape me. Always have.
Earlier in the day I took a friend to the bus in Rockford for a ride to O'Hare, stopped at Starbucks, hit a store forlettuce and tomatoes for salads, picked up some safflower seed for the birds, had a chiropractor session, put an ice pack on my leg only to have it leak all over my chair and pants....but I did not take a nap. So tonight, I should be able to sleep like a log...right?
Time will tell.
I don't think I will be flying the W tonight. Again.
Peace and Love
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