Sunday afternoon

I have an old bench in my backseat, resting on a Pendleton wool blanket – one Mother probably got at GoodWill for a fraction of its retail price. It is not an antique, just old – pioneer, settler type old. Relicky old.

I don’t know what I’m going to do with it or where I am going to put it, but I got carried away with my mental meanderings and carried it to the car. And there it rests. It is possible it might be there five days from now; I am so defined by procrastination it is ridiculous.

While I was the LaGrange House, I realized I had only one bottle of water there. Usually I have bottles of water in my trunk, in different rooms of the house, in different refrigerators, in different houses. This time: one bottle. How did this happen? Obviously, I have not properly stocked the trunk of the car I am now driving – although, I did manage to transfer the Lands End Robin Egg Blue Trapper Winter Hat.

I will have to gather packs of tuna, cans of soda, a 24 pack of bottled water, a couple of packs of iced tea mix, extra underwear, paper towels, more tools, a sleeping bag, a couple of sweatshirts . . . numerous gadgets including a whistle with a compass and so on.

Now, doesn’t that make you feel better about yourself? Not THAT crazy; not AmeliaJake crazy?