Thursday, March 11, 2010

Bring Back Those Pants!

My week has been so scattered. Everything up in the air, nothing to hang on to. There was the hoopla at the Colony which threw all the scheduling off over there and I failed to make a list of things to do this week and from Saturday to Monday I put on makeup three days in a row. Seriously, people, that just doesn't happen. As I've mentioned here many times before the only thing worse for me than having no plan is to to have a plan that then changes. It's surprising I travel at all, isn't it? But I do and I even really like it. I think because then the plan is that everything is going to change all the time and for some reason having that be the plan makes it all OK for me.

I'm a paradox. Get used to it.

Tomorrow I travel to buy mom dinner on her 70th birthday. She's a hoarder, you can't give tangible gifts to a hoarder. So, though I like, on these milestone birthdays, to give a lasting treasure I will instead give a difficult evening out with Aunt Rena and an artery clogging breakfast the following morning. This is, of course, a plan I've had in my head for weeks now but have been unable to force myself to share because I knew that when I did there would be a strong possibility that someone would change the plan on me. So far no one has. Perhaps it's a better plan than I thought? Only time will tell.

1 comment:

  1. I think it's genius, myself! There's no such thing as too many nice meals, or too many nice memories with people you love.