I know this has happened before. I’ve probably shared the tale.
But the chuckle it induced is still a-ticklin’ my funny bone.
I was moving from my desk to another, carrying phone, and papers and certainly somewhat distracted by the task at hand.
My phone rang. I noted that it was my daughter so I hit ‘answer’ and blurted ‘what do you want’. She first mentioned mac and cheese. That’s an easy one, I replied. But then the want list moved into substantial sums of money, major house overhauls, and other assorted budget-busting acquisitions.
Finally we got to the real reason for the call.
By this time, I had made it to the next desk and dropped the papers I was reading. I had not become any less distracted.
She wanted to know where a cupcake shop could be found. I could only think of two and neither were well located for her. She asked about one downtown. Yes there is one. We thought it might be on Third Street. Would I look it up for her?
“The computer on this desk is shut down for the day, ’ I said as I began to shuffle the papers on the desk and search frantically.
“And I can’t find my phone. I have no idea where it is right now. I must have left it on the other desk.”
‘Mom, what did you just say.’
“I said I can’t find my phone.’
It must have been in a movie.
It really happens. And as hard as we both laughed, it must be funnier when it happens in life.
I have a story to write. There is a cast of characters in my head and my notes that desires a life of its own. Short pieces flow and feed my very limited attention span and the spare amount of time I’m left with at the end of a day. How does one juggle job and the infinite number of responsibilities that seem to be part and parcel of home and hearth?
There is a small leather zippered portfolio just under the edge of my desk. It contains my notes. They are brief, the story not fully developed by any stretch of the imagination. But the seeds are there. Perhaps I should begin to carry the portfolio, along with all the other bags I cart around and make an effort to write a sentence or two every day.
And snap a photo or two as well.
Discipline and desire could lead to completion. Good, bad, or indifferent, something accomplished.
I have begun so many times. Completion is on my bucket list. I may have to live forever at the rate I am progressing. Time to punch it up.
Wish me luck. And tell me what you think.