Today I awoke at 5:45 and went to teach my church history class at the church. My co-teacher and I discussed the rest of the week's plans and I went home. At 11:30 A.M. I checked my email and saw a reminder of a doctor visit that was at 11:20. I was stunned. I had missed my appointment. I ran to the car, after grabbing my purse, almost without touching the ground. The stop lights were in my favor except at two long lights. I made it in 20 minutes. But, I was too late. The doctor was already at lunch.
I was so embarrassed because I had missed a previous appointment by putting the date on my calendar a week later than it really was. How could I explain two missed appointments. No matter that I had not missed a single appointment in the previous 10 years. Really it is true. I was commiserating to the lady at the counter looking for another appointment. She couldn't find another opening today and the operator wasn't answering the phone with other options. I said, "I don't know what is wrong with me. I've been thinking today is Monday all day." She kept typing on the keyboard looking for an opening, without responding. "Well, thank you for trying," I said. I'll call when I get home. She shrugged her shoulders and sympathetically said, "I'm sorry I couldn't help you."
Back at home I was thinking about how I told a friend I would go Christmas shopping with her tomorrow and that I must have been crazy. Tomorrow I have to go to the temple. Wait! Tomorrow isn't Wednesday, my temple day. Tomorrow is Tuesday. WAIT!!!!! My Dr. appointment is on Tuesday!!!! I didn't miss my appointment! It is tomorrow. Today IS Monday. No wonder the lady didn't respond when I said I had been thinking today is Monday. She thought she was dealing with a lunatic and it turns out, she was.
Now what are the odds of my remembering my appointment at 11:20 tomorrow? And aren't I glad I didn't call my piano student when I thought he had stood me up this afternoon? Yes Scarlet, "Tomorrow is another day," (Tuesday that is).
Saturday, April 3, 2010
When Brett was a couple of years older than this picture, he spent the night at a friend's house on a Friday night. We knew the family well and we went to pick him up the next morning. The family had the exact floor plan our house had and early in the morning, Brett sleep walked into the parent's bedroom. Without waking up, he crawled onto their bed and snuggled in between the two parents and kept sleeping. Hating to wake him, knowing he might be shocked and embarrassed, they went back to sleep until an hour or so had passed and they both sneaked out of bed to begin the day. Lots of laughter was had when he finally awoke in a strange bed in a strange house. That's what I call making yourself at home.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Some people are hat people and some are not. Cassie always liked hats. This is the most famous of her hats. An old ball popped and a new hat was born from the tragedy. She put it on her head every day. It accented her ears. It also hid the fact that she was very slow getting hair. I can't wear a hat of any kind and be taken seriously. I look awful in every hat I have ever worn. When I had long hair, I could wear them but ever since I cut my hair 30 years ago, I have been cursed with an unadornable head.