It struck me like a ton of bricks at 11:00 sharp ("bel dobt", as the Egyptians say in Arabic):
after almost 10 years of retirement I am getting more and more disorganized,
undisciplined or whatever (as my daughter Erika says).
Of course, I call it "multi-tasking", but I will let you be the judge on the basis of
what I am going to write next about to-day's events between 09:00 and 11:00.
After doing my normal daily routine of getting up, washing, drinking coffee and clean-up,
I was ready to consider the proposed schedule for the day.
Since it was raining, I could not pick up fallen branches and trees Steve had cut down,
because it was too soggy to use the new tractor and trailer. On the other hand,
(I only have two so do not worry about long-windedness and professorial forgetfulness with two 's'-es but only one 'l')
I would not have to spray the newly sown grass around the new garage building.
I decided to update my website with scans and photographs I had made earlier this week.
Reporting back again after 24 laps in half hour followed by lunch of shrimps, avocado and cheese.
Also in the same mail I was checking, I found my order of new stamps of 41 c
(recall in Holland in 1954 postage was 2 c and letters arrived a day after mailing not a week as now...)
which change in postal rate had held up mailing my letters yesterday...
so first see if there are more bills -
yes, another bunch of junkmail requests for funds
I felt obliged to respond to some WW II Veteran organizations
that appear to arise as fast as the Vets die.
Then, purely for exercise,|
I walked to the mailbox
to mail a dozen letters.
On the way back, I cursed myself
for forgetting to bring my camera-
so back to my office to get it
and to take some photos of plants
in bloom - which I then had to
process and present here . . .
still wondering if and when I will
succeed to get back to work...