Groundhog Day passed almost without incident, I only saw Bill Murray in one place and that was a still snapshot from his movie. Whereas the governor of a northern state, or was that the Mayor of New York? dropped and killed the groundhog last year, this year the groundhog squared the situation by biting a northern mayor on his ear….not Bill de Blasio. I suppose all white guys look-alike to groundhogs. Or perhaps politicians should leave those cute fuzzy photo opportunities to a gamekeeper.
My friend Sally told me that if I know the date, my name and where I am, I am OK. However, around here during the winter months, everyday looks like every other day, and I begin to think it’s Sunday, no matter what day it is. Thank goodness my electronic devices know the time and date. However, believing routine, i.e. structure is important, I try to set certain days and times of the day aside for events that punctuate our lives. For example, Saturday is for watering plants, Tuesday for washing the white things.
Otherwise, medical appointments punctuate our lives. January was odd because we had no medical appointments, unless you count canine annual physical exams. Both are scheduled for teeth cleaning in April.
I have finally learned how to use the electronic calendar on my Apple devices. A notice pops up if I need to give the dogs their monthly heart worm pills, put the enzyme mix in the toilets, fertilize the houseplants…as examples.
This morning twelve jars of Trappist Monk’s red current jelly appeared on the doorstep. I had only wanted to try one jar, but had to order six to get one. Apparently, I inadvertently ordered two boxes of 6 each. We will be eating red current jelly for months to come. Today’s lunch = peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I stored the jelly in the pantry with the marmalade and other jams and jellies. I’ll be happy to hear from anyone who has a good recipe using jelly…and not jelly rolls, please.
I called Kathy to let her know I had something for her, but she must have left her mobile phone in the house while she walked Caeli.
One of the reasons I like Amazon is because I can see my past orders, so if I like something, I can check to see what I bought last time. I have used this approach with books for years. But Goodreads tells me if I read the book.
You can laugh if you want to, but I have been absent-minded for ages and it has little to do with getting older.
When I was working outside the home, I wore suits everyday. I looked in my closet one day, and everything I owned was grey. Okay, some things had stripes or ‘tastefully’ applied checks or were tweedy, but they were all grey or black. That was me then, scared of my shadow and camouflaged like a grey mouse.
Shoes, were my downfall. In the 1970s, after I began making a decent wage, I wore very high-heeled sexy Farragamo shoes and fell down a lot.
Once, while crossing Pennsylvania Avenue NW, it began to rain, and I made a dash for cover falling in the process. I had been walking with a colleague, an ex-Jesuit I loved, and as he helped me up, he told me I shouldn’t worry about the rain, it was Oil of Olay.
I also ruined shoes like crazy, falling through the sidewalk heat vents while running from my office on H Street NW for the Metro after work, or dashing to one bookstore or another, like Kramer and Afterwords at Dupont Circle, on my lunch break.
After I met David, we ate lunch together every day, and walked to K Street or Pennsylvania Avenue to a favorite Bistro, and I began buying lower heels. Later, I moved into flat shoes but I still fall occasionally. All my beautiful shoes are gone now, and I wear tie shoes.
Fellow demographers and me in the 1980s.