Can I blame my flakiness on the pandemic? No, not entirely; I’ve always had a tendency to become distracted and sometimes interpret what I hear in ways that make people tilt their head sideways. Nevertheless, I have found comfort in placing some of the blame on the COVID haze that has engulfed this past year.
I misplace my reading glasses about every two days (location currently unknown). I went to the pet store for the express purpose of getting cat food instead of kitten food for our growing felines, and came home with…kitten food. It wasn’t until I got home that I realized my mistake. I was talking to my husband, telling him that I had been to the pet store to buy…what…the… “How did this happen?” I exclaimed as I set it down. I desperately searched for somewhere to place the blame. The newly adopted, sweetly enthusiastic pit bull in the store? The squeaking guinea pigs?
A few weeks ago, I walked out in the morning to find the back hatch of our car wide open. Who is responsible for this?! Uh, that would be me.
There have been other instances, but you get the idea. I had better get it together because I am (joyfully) running out of time to blame these hiccups on the pandemic because we are finally emerging from its grip. Time to tighten it up!
My Corner of the Village 