Drew was turning off the TV just as I was waking from my nap on the couch late last night — and that’s when I saw it. Well, some of it. Was it a dream? No, I think Drew saw it too but it meant nothing to him. I started screaming, “Wait, I need to see . . .” Oops, too late, TV off.
So I did what I always do, I googled it. Here is an excerpt from the Amazon Kindle commercial: She says, “But you can’t fold down a page when you want to save your place.” He says, “My kindle does that for me.” “But you don’t get the rewarding feeling of actually folding down a page,” says she.
Didn’t Carol mention how she missed folding down pages. I don’t like to fold down pages and luckily for all my books, I have lots of concert ticket stubs around the house to mark any pages I might want to refer back to. But what I really do is note the page number and put it safely away somewhere in my brain to be retrieved when called upon. Unfortunately, my brain is a little congested with bits of facts and dates, things to remember, and things to do right now. I have been diagnosed with Acute Clutter Brain (ACB).
MedicineNet.com defines acute as an illness that is of short duration, rapidly progressive, and in need of urgent care. But that doesn’t sound right. I don’t think I am in need of urgent care and I’m not sure if this is rapidly progressive. Hmm, I just don’t remember.
You know, maybe I’ve got it all wrong. Yes, I think I know now what the doctor said! He said, “You have a cute clutter brain.” Yup, sure of it now. But regardless if it is cute or not — it is still cluttered.
Think I’ll go look online for a Border’s coupon and order myself a BOOK — Moonwalking With Einstein. It’s on my list. It will help me organize the clutter in my brain without throwing anything away. Is it still clutter if it is neatly stored away and easily retrievable?
I’ve fallen out of love with my Canon Powershot . . . it’s way too slow. I’d like to get a camera before we leave for Seattle but I can’t figure out what’s important. Size? Changeable lenses? I’m pretty sure size matters. My camera should be a necessary item — like my wallet. Need to have it, stick it in a pocket or purse before I run out the door. Not like an umbrella – should I bring it or not? Will I need it and who wants to carry it? If it’s too big I know I won’t carry it around. But I will wish I had it whenever I didn’t.
BREAKING NEWS: Went down to my laundry room and saw a piece of out-of-place insulation. Pushed it in and casually banged on the panel that seals the crawl space and heard a shuffling — and then I saw Stanley stick his head up and out of the crawl space. Damn, he’s still around. I was really hoping that he found his way out. He doesn’t seem as active — don’t hear any chewing. I called Arrow and they said they could send a specialist over to assess the situation for a few hundred dollars (which would go towards whatever it is they recommend.) So I called my guy and once again, we set traps in and out of the crawl space. An hour later I heard him scurrying in the dining room ceiling. Is it possible that he is getting in and out? Is it possible that there are two?
Well, enough squirrel talk. Going to dinner with Sylvia soon. This morning Drew asked where we were going for dinner. I wasn’t sure — probably meet at Borders in Farmingdale and eat at the pizza place around the corner, Bellagio Pizza. “Why don’t you go to Croxley’s or . . . ,” he rattles on. “Did I ask you for suggestions? No, I did not!” My Drew is always full of advice.
When Sylvia and I meet, it’s not just about the food, although good food is a plus. It’s about a place to eat and chat and not be rushed. A place to laugh and discuss important issues. “What color should I paint my house?” I’ve already packed the paint chips. Wonder if she’ll give me some good suggestions. We’ve got a big night planned. Bed, Bath and Beyond, Borders, and dinner. tired just thinking about it.
Better nap and get ready for my big night.