Sometimes our biggest flaws are also our best assets. Take mine for example. I always do things as soon as I assume they have to be done. This has advantages: bills always get paid on time---but sometimes I pay them twice. Once when I check on line to see what I owe, and then again when the bill arrives.
I tried to register my Volleyball teams for the US Open today and found that the online process hasn't been set up yet.
I tried to register my Basketball team for the Sr. Olympics National Championships today, but got an email that I have to be patient. Several States haven't submitted their qualifiers and so the packets haven't been mailed out yet for us to register.
I change lanes blocks before I have to turn right, only to find the the lanes merge into one. At University I would have papers finished and ready to hand in and the Professor would give resource information that I could have used. When we have guests for dinner, Poul gives me the "don't pick up their plates until everyone has finished" look because he knows that I'm anxious to get the dessert underway. If I invite people for dinner at 6, the hot dishes are coming out of the oven at 6:05.
Today, though my house is under renovation, I put up the Xmas tree. It's not even December! One sign of snow last week and I was afraid I would be late for the big event.
Perhaps I know that once my mind is off, whatever it is, I won't be revisiting it. Bills won't get paid, teams won't get registered, turns will be missed and Lord knows what else will be forgotten. I've heard that 5 tablespoons of Coconut Oil daily will keep Dementia from taking control, so maybe I will make that a daily ritual and just chill out for the holidays.
Here's my Xmas Poem that I am setting to music. Stations now are playing anything that mentions Xmas and who knows, it may be a multiple stream of income. Anyway, enjoy a Merry Christmas.
A Centipede's Christmas
How doth the little centipede, proceed upon his way?
He really cannot make much speed this windy winter's day.
The ice and frost which make you slip, when balancing on two,
Are fifty times more apt to tip the centipede than you.
A thoughtless person I would be. Nay, even cruel, I'd say.
If I'd ignore his silent plea and send him on his way.
So all my idle time this year was put to useful toil.
My work all done and Christmas here, I gazed on frozen soil.
And as my friend crawled through the roots, I handed him a box
With fifty little pairs of boots and a hundred little sox.
By. Mary Bendsen
