Joe and I are going to Turkey in the spring, so this morning I pulled out my travel file to add the visas I purchased yesterday. I figured I should make a to-do list of the things that still needed taken care of in terms of travel arrangements.
I walked to the cupboard to find a pen, and happened to look over at the antique school desk that sits in the corner of our living room.
It needed dusting.
I grabbed a dusting cloth and gave the desk a wipe, but it still looked dull.
I pulled out the lemon oil and gave the desktop a good polish.
I decided to return to the desk the things that had been there pre-Christmas and that had been packed away to make room for decorations.
I took out of storage some old school books and a collection of framed photos of my mother’s classes that she taught in the 1930s and 1940s.
I thought the photos needed to be hung and not just propped up on the desk.
I removed the painting that was above the desk, and hung the school pics.
The frame was too low.
I went to the garage to get a hammer, changed the location of the nail, and rehung the photos.
I spent five minutes looking at all the art in my living room.
I remembered I had been after a pen.
I found one and went back to my Turkey file.
The pen was out of ink.
I ran upstairs to find another one.
On the way I noticed some dirty dish towels that had been left on the stairs for the next person going up to take to the laundry room.
I scooped them up and delivered them to their intended location.
I went into my bedroom and retrieved a working pen.
I saw the box of Purdy’s chocolates I had received for Christmas.
I ate one.
I ate a second one.
I ran downstairs back to my Turkey file, pen in hand.
I smelled the meatloaf I had put in the oven earlier.
I took it out to cool.
I went back to my to-do list.
I jotted down two things.
I tried to think of a third, but couldn’t.