The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche
It’s Fiday again. The days just stumble and rumble by. But, the first Friday of the month, I go over to Towne Creek for our senior art group. Today, we were celebrating Miss Bonnie’s birthday. I got up early to get my walk in, then go to the store for a birthday cake, ice cream and more snacks. I went to the store yesterday and got most of the fixin’s, but I wanted to get a fresh cake today. Plus, I forgot the potatoes for the potatoe soup I was going to make.
I made a grocery list, but forgot it on the kitchen counter. Guess what? I came home without the potatoes…again. I picked up a Snickers cake and Snickers ice cream for the birthday, and some gelato for me. When I got home and realized I forgot the potatoes, I sampled the gelato to drown my sorrows. Here’s the note left on the counter.
Instead, I made a tamale casserole to go with the hot dogs and chips. I’d already started the veggies for the potatoe soup, so I took the note and taped it on my car dash so I could pick them up on my way home.
We had a nice celebration. We cleaned up our mess, did the dishes, and I packed up and was out the door by 6:15. I stopped at Walmart on my way home to fill up the gas tank and…yes…pick up some potatoes. I remembered. Yay! The big ol’note on my dash board may have had something to do with it. I have been known to put post it notes on my shirt.
It ain’t easy getting old!
I got home in time to catch another amazing sunset. My life is full and splashing over with glorious color…from sunrise to sunset.