you can lead a mother to a calendar
August 24, 2007
Early this morning my phone rang. It was a good friend of mine telling me that she was going to have to cancel our plans for today. That was all well and good, except that I thought we had plans for next Friday. I checked my calendar while on the phone and said, “Yup, I have it written down for next week.”
Then I looked on my second calendar to confirm and said, “Oh, but my new kitchen cabinets are being delivered next Friday, so let’s reschedule to another time.”
We are both free again some time in mid October. These damn kids interfering in our social lives. I wrote the date down on all three of my calendars. Yes, I have a sickness. But I am not the only one.
We chatted some more and hung up. Not 10 minutes later a huge truck pulls up in front of my house with my new cabinets. That is really weird I thought. And I told the delivery guy, “Good thing I am here, you told me NEXT week.” Not that I really ever go anywhere. I have no idea why I said that. Maybe it is just Be An Ass day. I should consult my calendar.
They deliver the cabinets. Complain about the size of my front door, which seems perfectly normal sized to me. But what do I know. I will now commence being anxious about the inadequacies of my front door.
After crafting the first of what I am sure will be numerous cardboard clubhouses, I suddenly realized that I am a week behind on my calendar. For the past I don’t know how many weeks I have been behind and not known it.
Apparently you can have every type of calendar in Staples and still not have a clue about what is going on in your life.
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