Next Week

​Once again, I find myself on a fruitless quest to find my glasses. My glasses belong to an elite corps of S-BITS Small But Important Things. They conspire to distract and derail me by concealing themselves – often quite cunningly in plain sight. They are mischievous not malicious but drag me on detours as curious and contrariwise as Alice’s. 
 
I am looking for my glasses because I want to make a list of the things that I will do next week. I am a great maker of lists and sometimes believe that the simple act of writing tasks down helps to accomplish them. I will admit that there are occasional list entries that malinger and refuse to get themselves done, but, by and large, lists offer me useful buoys as I try to navigate the uncertain waters of goals and obligations.
 
My list for next week is shaping up quite well. First I will tackle my shoes, socks, sweaters and belts. These are all currently running amok in my closet and making themselves largely unavailable through this smokescreen of chaos.  Next week I will bring order to this colorful confusion, and, hopefully, I will find the mate for one lonely green sock that has been sitting alone atop the washing machine for some time now.
 
Next week I will also address the enchanted forest of greens, grapes, sprouts, tomatoes, cheeses and cold cuts that has been flourishing in my ‘fridge. I get the sense that new life forms are emerging in there, and it’s high time that I took a look and did some pruning.
 
Next week I also plan to read copiously. I have that book that my brother-in-law gave me for Christmas and the funny one from my mother. I also have a backlog of interesting articles filed in a sub-folder titled ‘Work-to read’. Finally, a stack of neglected  New Yorker magazines has been glaring accusingly at me for longer that I care to admit. Next week they will get the time they deserve.
 
Not only will I read, but I will also write next week. I’ve been meaning to send Kate an entertaining account of our move and all the adventures since her wedding. I also need to write to the insurance company to clear up the confusion with the address. And, of course, I will write to my sister to find out how her trip went.
 
Yes, indeed, next week I will be a paragon of productivity. In fact, I think I will get a head start on things and tackle that pile of New Yorkers right away.
 
Now…. Where are my glasses?
 
 
 
8 Aug 2017