An Interlude

Since I had a morning that was, in retrospect, funny, I thought I’d share it with you.

I left the house around 9:10. I had a doctor appointment at 9:30, and then I needed to do some grocery shopping.

Easy, right? Well, not if your grey matter is leaking out of your ears. The last thing on my chore list was groceries, and that’s what I was thinking about. So that’s where I went.

As I was walking across the parking lot, I looked for my list. I always shop with a list. Keeps me from browsing, and I don’t forget stuff. All I forgot, at this point, was that I did NOT grab my list, but left it in a cookbook where it would do the most good.

Right.

So I started my shopping, trying to remember what all I needed, when I suddenly remembered I needed to be at the doctor’s office at 9:30. It was now 9:40. Panic. I rushed to the front with only a few items in my cart, quickly checked out, and got to my appointment by 9:50.

They know me there. I’m a regular. Oh, I forgot to mention that as I rushed out of the grocery store I came across an old friend. “Can’t stop to talk–late for the doc” I said as I flew by. She laughed.

The receptionist looked up as I approached her window. She smiled. “Rough day?” Of course I told her what had happened, and they got me in quickly. But I asked the nurse not to check my blood pressure yet. Let me settle down a bit.

All done, and back to the grocery store. Finished quickly. Calmer now, I drove back home feeling as if I’d remembered most of what I needed. Pulled into the garage, popped the trunk, grabbed a couple of bags. Didn’t know there was a hole in one bag, and out slid a jar of dill pickles before I could even react. What a mess–glass, pickle juice and pickles all OVER the garage floor.

As I entered my kitchen, my daughter-in-law met me, said she’d heard something crash and was everything okay? Told what had happened, and she got the broom and dustpan. We salvaged most of the pickles, but of course had to examine them and rinse them off–didn’t want any little bits of glass in anyone’s stomach!

There were only two things on my list that I had not thought of, and neither of them was vital to the cause.

Seems there was something else that took place, but I forget what it was.

Of course I do.

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