Sometimes, I Forget It’s Thursday

This hasn’t been a normal week. (Yeah, I know, lots of folks never have a normal week.)

Monday was a holiday, and a very nice day, and I worked outside all day.

Tuesday, I got a text from a friend that I’m helping with car pool. The message said to please pick the student up at 10:00 a.m. instead of 7:40 a.m. That worked, because, even though on Tuesdays, I have Reading Club responsibility at the elementary school close to my church, that gave me plenty of time. Then, as I was on my way for the 10:00 pickup, another text said that the kid was coughing and seemed sick, so they were on their way to Urgent Care. Later, my friend said that she had taken the student to school (after the Urgent Care visit), and could I pick her up at 4:15, because there was tutoring she needed to attend. And I was glad to hear that, because I’m taking a class (through Baylor, for senior adults) that ends at 3:00 and it’s rather a rush to get to school for car pool. Then, while I was in that class, I got another text that said another friend was picking up the student, because Urgent Care had called and said that she had Flu and Strep. So not only was she going home, but she would be at home all week.

Tuesday, David was gone until really late, working on the local Science Fair. Wednesday, he did that until noon, then raced around getting ready for the trip he was taking on Thursday. I took him to the car rental place Thursday morning. He’ll be back Friday.

It seemed like a good time to try to get better organized with all the photos, cards, and other ephemera I’ve been collecting. (While the definition of ephemera is “any transitory written or printed matters that are not meant to be retained or preserved,” that’s not exactly what happens. The word derives from the Greek ephemeros, meaning ‘lasting only one day, short-lived’.”  On the Google page where “ephemera” is defined, there is also a link to “How to organize ephemera.”) I put all the leaves in the dining table, piled up things by year, and put some things in an album. I used up all the pages and have had to order some more, so I can’t finish. (There is no way I am going to finish. Ever, it seems like.)

But I did divide up the rest of the ephemera by year and put them in Zip-Lock bags and labeled the bags with the year. So, I’ve got plenty of time tomorrow, well, maybe, to get the last things organized. (Not finished, but sort of organized.) Then, at some time in the future, after the ordered pages arrive, I’ll be able to get work done. Nothing like giving organized stuff that was supposed to last only one day a much longer lifespan.

Meanwhile, I lost track of what day it was. Any of the days. Without my normal routine, I was out of sync. More than usual. Several times during the day, I would think What’s today? Is it THURSDAY already? And, yes, it was Thursday already. Which is “write a blog” day.

So I’m folding you in to my out-of-sync week. I’ve been working or organizing photos and stuff for albums that I will enjoy looking at years from now. I would enjoy knowing what you’ve been working on this week.

There are certainly garments that are my favorites. A soft sweater, warm leggings, my flannel nightgown (There’s an entirely different list in August.) When I think of how they comfort me, I’m reminded to concentrate on that all-purpose garment of love.