This Sounds Like Me

There was a column called "Age Activated Attention-Deficit Disorder" by Hap LeCrone. It reminds me of me.

I decide to wash my car. As I start toward the garage, I notice there is mail on the hall table. I decide to check the mail first and lay my car keys on the table.

I put the junk mail in the trash can and notice that the can is full. So I decide to take out the trash first. But, I think, I'm not going to be near the mailbox when I take out the trash, so I will pay the bills first. There is only once check left, however. My extra checks are in my desk, where I find the Coke I had been drinking. The Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the refrigerator.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, I pass a vase of flowers that need to be watered. I set the Coke down, and I discover my long-lost reading glasses. i set them on the counter, and while filling a container with water, I spot the TV remote on the kitchen table. Tonight, when we want to watch, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it in the den. First, though, I should water the flowers, but I spill water on the floor. So, I put the remote on the table and wipe up the spill.

Then I try to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day, the car isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter, the flowers aren't watered, there is still only one check in my checkbook, I can't find the remote, I can't find my glasses and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

Then I try to figure out why nothing got done today. I know I was busy all day long, and I'm really tired.

The moral of the story: Laughing at yourself is therapeutic.

Welcome to my world.