Say When? What?

Ever since September's "breakdown" (for lack of a better word), my relationship with a calendar is IFFY. 😯

I print a Google calendar each month and I try to write in add-ons from a miniature calendar I keep in my purse. It seems that neither they nor I are in synch.

💻 +  📅 = DOES NOT COMPUTE

Today, Tuesday, I realized that I had a Library Board Meeting last night while I was enjoying Jeopardy. That's embarrassing because: (1)  I had pulled the library board file over the weekend so I wouldn't miss it, ( 2) I live so close to the library, (3) this is not the first time I've missed the LBM.

I used to be a proud, extremely busy volunteer for adult literacy.  After more than ten years with them, I quit (coinciding with my meltdown). Their first attempt at the annual Scrabble Event was supposed to be 9/30, but was canceled due to bad weather. The following week, at 6:30, a colleague called me to ask if I was coming. I said hell no, and wondered to myself why it was being held on a Sunday? Duh - it was a Friday. Mind you, the time change hadn't kicked in yet, so I can't blame that.

Yes, I am confusing days. Showed up to the podiatrist a week early. Totally missed my appointment with a different doctor last month. I could have sworn I went! One good thing was that my therapist canceled today's session, so I have more time to get my act together.

So, dear friends and colleagues...if you make plans with me and I don't show up, please understand that my brain is still not up to par. It's not you; it's definitely ME.

I think the only thing that kept me going to places on time was a work schedule. But I often confused Fridays for Mondays. Same students, different days.

There's a long-standing Scrabble game with friends on Wednesday afternoon. OMG: did I miss it? No, it's Election Day. I guess I can do one of three things tonight: (1) vacuum, (2) read, or (3) watch Netflix.

Haven't vacuumed in about a month. Sad, but true. 

On the plus side, I blew leaves two days in a row. That proved to be a waste of time because today it was blustery.  I got to try out my new battery-operated lawnmower. It's persnickety. Had to keep referring to the owner's manual before I was done mowing the back yard. I'll save mowing the front and side yards for after I resolve the issue described below.

You see, afterward, I may have tried to put the battery in the charger the wrong way. Now it looks like a blue box with a cord being humped by a smaller blue box. Hope to find a neighbor who's strong enough to undo this unseemly mating tomorrow.

And so it goes. . . my vote is Netflix tonight.