savannah storytelling

I tell my friends not to send me any “forwards” on the computer.  They take up too much space on my hard drive and I really don’t have time to read them.  I certainly will not forward them .  However, I still get some and this particular one hit home.   I don’t know if this is a real disorder, but this forward is too funny not to pass on. I don’t know who wrote it, but I have changed some of it to fit my personal “disorder”.

One morning, I went out to get my newspaper.  As I was picking it up, I noticed that the fern hanging on the eaves of the porch needed water.  I went back inside and filled a watering can with water, when I noticed the mail on the table that I had brought in yesterday. I placed the watering can on the table and looked at the mail.

I separated the junk mail from the bills and went into the kitchen to put the junk mail in the trash can.  The trash can was full so I thought I would take the trash out and pay the bills later.  But no, I decided, since I have to go out later, I can take the trash out then and pay my bills now.  I took my check book out of my purse, only to find that I had only one check left.  My extra checks were in my desk in the other room so I went to my desk where I found a cup of coffee that I was drinking earlier. I picked up the cup of coffee so I wouldn’t spill it when I look for the other checks and realized that it was cold.  I decided to put the coffee into the microwave oven to warm it up.

As I headed toward the kitchen with the coffee, I discovered my reading glasses that I had been searching for all morning.  I decided I better put them back on my desk, but first I need to warm up my coffee.  I put the glasses on the kitchen counter and suddenly spotted the TV remote I had evidently left on the kitchen counter. I realized that later tonight I would be looking for the remote but won’t remember that it’s on the kitchen counter.  I put it in my pocket to take it to the den where it belongs. 

But first, I had to water the fern.  I went out to the porch and tried to water the fern, but the basket was hanging too high and I spilled most of the water.  I went back in, set the remote back on the counter and got some old rags to wipe up the spill. I came back into the house and headed down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day, I hadn’t brought in the newspaper, the fern did not have enough water, the trash was still in the kitchen, the bills were not paid, my coffee cup was in the microwave, there was still only one check in my check book, I didn’t know where my glasses were, and I couldn’t find the remote. When I tried to figure out why nothing got done, I was really baffled because I knew I was busy all day, and I was really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem and I’ll try to get some help, but first I’ll need to check my email……

It’s okay if you’re laughing.  You may not have this disorder yet, but don’t worry, your day is coming.

This article can also be found at Coastal Senior HERE

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A note about the doves.  I’m sorry to report, the doves that nested in my old green hanging basket for three consecutive years, disdained the ‘Chappas Motel’ this spring.  They have arrived in Savannah and I see them drinking water from my fountain, but they didn’t move into the basket. They must have found better accommodations somewhere else in the neighborhood.