Making A Pot Of Coffee

Discombobulated--describes my thought patterns to a tee! (thank you Susan, I love that word!)

Went to the kitchen yesterday morning to make a pot of coffee. But first I had to throw out the old grounds in the trash can. The trash can was full and I decided to go ahead and empty the trash and put it in the big can out in the garage.

Out in the garage, carrying the bag of trash I noticed the dryer door ajar and sat the bag of trash next to the washing machine. In the dryer was a load of clean towels which I put in the basket and carried to the living room. Just as I sat down on the sofa to fold the towels, the phone rang. My husband calling to remind me to please wash him a load of jeans and that he'd be working late and that he'd bring home some bar-b-que for supper. No problem. I headed to the bedroom where we keep the clothes hamper and sorted out the jeans on the bed. I needed the clothes basket to put them in but the basket sat in the living room filled with towels to be folded.

Sitting down on the sofa again to fold towels so I could put them away so I could use the basket, my eyes kept darting down to the carpet noticing all the dog hair that seemed to have accumulated over the last two days. (we have four large forever-shedding dogs)

I couldn't stand it a minute longer and went to the closet, pulled out the vacuum cleaner and plugged it in only to discover the bag was packed full and had to be changed. In search of another vacuum cleaner bag, I glanced at the clock in the kitchen...and gasped at the time. I had a hair appointment and would be late if I didn't leave right then.

Throwing on clothes (because I still had on my jammies), I drove like a crackhead on speed, making it to the salon without a minute to spare. Loving my "new do," I chatted with my hair dresser, getting caught up on all the latest gossip.

Afterwards, on the way home, I stopped by the drug store to pick up some mascara. An hour later and four plastic sacks filled full of "stuff" plus the mascara, I left for the grocery store to buy milk and eggs. And felt rather pleased with myself for only getting those two items.

Back at the house, putting the milk and eggs in the fridge, the door bell rang. My mail lady had a package for me. A friend who lives out of town had sent me the cutest long sleeve shirt. Well, I had to try it on right then and ran to the bedroom.

Admiring myself in the mirror with a "new do" and a new shirt, the phone rang. My neighbor wanted me to come over to help her hang a new painting on their wall. I hopped over to her house across the street. We hung the picture, which is gorgeous, she liked my new hair style and shirt and we talked up a storm about girl stuff. Eventually, I noticed through her living room window the light outside seemed to be fading.

Every evening, a friend of mine and I walk the race track over at the nearby middle school. Hurrying home to change into my walking clothes, I called Lisa to let her know I was running late and would be there shortly. At the track we both got tickled with each other because she too, had been to her hair dresser and had gotten a new cut and style. Which looks adorable on her. We lost track of time, talking and laughing and walked for an hour and a half.

Back at the house again, I stripped my clothes off on the way to the bathroom to bathe. In the shower with the hot water cascading over my neck and shoulders, exhaustion settled in my old bones. I couldn't beleive how tired I felt as one yawn came after the other. It dawned on me in the shower that being the caffeine addict I am, I hadn't had any all day.

Too pooped to care, I dried off and put my jammies back on. The dogs went nuts running to the garage door, which meant my husband had made it home with our supper. It was 9:00pm. I slipped on my house shoes and shuffled my way to greet him in the garage.

On the way, I looked at the jeans piled high on the bed, still unwashed. The pantry door stood open in the kitchen with the trash container jutting out waiting for a fresh plastic bag. On the counter top lay four bags stuffed with goodies from the drug store. In the living room, in the middle of the floor like a soldier standing sentry, stood the vacuum cleaner with a packed bag sticking out its side. The laundry basket sat on the coffee table piled high with unfolded towels.

Out in the garage the large trash bag sat next to the washing machine.

My husband's eyes scanned my body, clad in jammies and said laughing, "Hi Honey. I see you're still in your pajamas. What did you do today?"

Smiling sweetly, I kissed him hello and replied, "Tried to make a pot of coffee."

Signing off and Happy Trails to all--

Cherri