Steps .. for older people (its a thing you know)
Steps for older people .. it’s a thing you know..
So here I sit, in my office on the deck of my son’s old cabin, lakeside, and loving it. I will never get tired of this view and yes, I am truly grateful for my life. This virus will have to find me here, but I am not taunting it. This morning I want to talk about something that’s making me a little crazy as I was getting my office ready to finish a blog about choices.
There is a sunroom here with a few amenities (this was my son’s party room complete with a fridge and BBQ). I keep stuff in the sunroom, like a toaster and kettle and coffee stuff, and a few breakfast things in the fridge. NO BOOZE though. Well, maybe some wine, a little tequila maybe, a few beers for ‘company’?
I had already arranged my table/desk on the deck and took out my computer. I took my pills (birth control, you can never be too careful : ) looking for my coffee Contiga ‘mug’ I had forgotten to turn on the kettle. So I turn on the kettle (or so I thought) to make coffee, it’s just instant coffee, and go look for the spoon to dig out the instant.
I have to go inside the cabin to get a spoon a knife for butter and also a sharp knife to cut some tomatoes, I love toast with sliced tomatoes for breakfast. I wonder why the kettle isn’t boiling on my way back only to discover I forgot to turn it on again as I went inside to find a spoon.. damn! I mean how many times and trips do I have to make to get my shit together? This is not rocket science but omg. I have now gone back and forth for my glasses, charging cords, and binoculars what seems like a dozen times, and I still don’t have my large 20x mirror and tweezers out there yet.
It occurs to me that this is an age thing, I should have turned on the kettle before going in search of a spoon and grabbing my glasses in the main cabin. BUT NO every single action requires thoughtful retrospection, hmmm what did I come in here for, oh right a spoon! My younger self would have also picked up the mug, my glasses, and my phone while I was in there. Wth.. why can’t I just figure this all out, it is annoying as hell.
While writing this, the toast and tomatoes were calling my name. I need another coffee anyway, and I go in and put the kettle on. I go in search of the tomatoes I bought while grocery shopping on my way back up here. This is another bugaboo on my ‘oh shit’ list, a few groceries are always sixty to a hundred bucks, what is with that????? I went home to my condo in the city for a brief respite and I also needed to wash clothes. The brief respite turned into a three-day mini-stay vacation, I had forgotten how comfy my bed was, even without a man in it, lol.
Once again I digress.. so I take the tomatoes to the sunroom lunch counter and slice a couple. I then look for the spoon so I can put a little sugar in my coffee, the water is boiling. I KNOW I brought a spoon back because I’m already one coffee in! Just when I’m starting to think I am losing it I spy it peeking out of the top in my Contiga mug… I’m so happy I’m not even going to berate myself for the other times I have done this exact same thing, this is a new day and a new start!
I plug in the toaster and make my two open-faced sliced tomatoes on toast. Colour me contented as I carry my plate out to my deck/desk/office. I enjoy one slice then go for a sip of my coffee. Well maybe one of you saw this coming but I sure didn’t. It’s not like I didn’t have the hand-power to bring my coffee out with me, along with the toast. I have two perfectly good hands attached to two perfectly good arms.. except when reaching for something. So back I go for my coffee.
I wish I was making all this shit up but I’m not. Sometimes I put the kettle on and push down that thingy to brown my bread. (I said this to a gf twenty years ago “You know that thing you put your bread in to make it brown?”) true story and I was young then. Well, I always break a breaker when I do this, but does that stop me from doing it? Hell no.. that was yesterday, well ok a week ago, but it still irritates me no end when I forget and do it yet again.
The moral of this story/blog? The steps you take today you may as well save for tomorrow when you are really going to need them.
just sayin.. true story
copyright August 2020