I’ve had a few strange days lately; days when I’m not running all all cylinders and I’m certainly not making much sense. This morning was one of those days.
All I wanted to do was make a pot of coffee – seems pretty simple. I got the French Press out; I got the super airtight plastic bag filled with coffee beans out, and took the coffee grinder out of the cabinet and put it on the counter. All ready to make the coffee. I noticed that there were only a few beans in the bag – but I knew I had just opened a new shipment of my favorite Peet’s coffee and put the contents in an airtight plastic bag stored in a basket on the counter. So I emptied what remained of the first bag into the coffee grinder and went after the second bag of beans up in the basket. As I opened the basket and turned it upside down to dump in the beans it suddenly hit me with a blinding flash.
Those weren’t coffee beans in that bag, they were chocolate covered graham crackers – specifically the diet kind. And they were making their way in slow motion down the plastic toward my brand new Krups coffee grinder. Ack. What was going on in my brain and could I stop it in time before I ground up chocolate graham crackers instead of coffee beans? The answer is yes, in the nick of time I snapped out of it and realized I had grabbed the wrong plastic bag – but in my defense it was a plastic bag and there were small items brown in nature inside and my brain equated that with coffee beans.
How does one retire one’s brain because I honestly think that’s what I need to do now; retire my brain. Or at least send it on a little vacation of its very own. Because somewhere along the way in this story I looked down and realized I had my flip flops on the wrong feet — oh those were my feet alright, but the left shoe was on the right foot. Now you might think with flip flops that’s not a big deal, but it was uncomfortable and it simply didn’t register why in my brain my feet hurt. Gah…
I’m thinking this can be residue stress as a result of the massive refrigerator mess of 2009 – coupled with the fact I have studied my heart out and been doing very well, only to receive an 84 on a quiz Friday (which in the Seminary’s strange grading mind equals a “C” and in my mind should equal a “B”) – yes, that has to contribute to my fuzzy headedness this morning. Otherwise, I’m just going batty in my old age, and I’d rather not accept that just yet.
As for battiness, it isn’t just me – my laptop seems to have developed dementia all on its own – this morning as I opened my laptop the key which is used for double and single quotations (“,’) popped off and will not go back on — so as I use these grammatical marks I’m forced to hit this strange little button where the key once was – now I’ve been down this road before with this laptop – the “e” button popped off but I snapped it right back on. Unfortunately, my quotation mark key isn’t in the mood to snap and if I glue it, well then it won’t work at all – I may be slightly challenged this morning but I’m not totally whacked out. This is definitely going to slow down my typing – or I shall be forced to write without the use of quotations or contractions.
At least if I get my homework reading done this morning, I can reward myself with watching Ohio State beat the pants off the Navy today. Or I can sit here and figure out how to toss this laptop and its quotation key out my front door without further damaging my back or the door – should probably open it first, eh?
For the safety of all of you I’m staying inside today. Carry on.