Not Enough Coffee

Or, Early (?) Oldtimers’ Disease Part X

So, I had been walking around looking for a (normail format paperback) book for maybe half an hour. I knew I’d had it in my hands earlier but had no idea where I had put it down.

Took a break. Sharpened a machete and cut down a volunteer elm that had sprung up, hidden within my (good) neighbor’s hedge (which I have kept trimmed for her for the past eleven years, cos it’s an older lady who just doesn’t have that in her yard care repertoire). Back inside, looked for the book some more.

Found it in my hip pocket.

Not enough coffee today. Nope. Not enough at all, at all.

12 Replies to “Not Enough Coffee”

  1. It’s these little acts of – er – “forgetfulness” that make aging all the more fun.

    It’s even worse when you’re only on the cusp of your mid-40s (such as I am).

    “Now, where is that doggone cell phone?”

    “Uh, the one clipped to yer shorts?!?” ๐Ÿ˜†

  2. Yeh, Lisa, feel free to drop on by twc-land for a cuppa joe.

    TMH, *sigh* if the book had been in my shorts… I’d probably not have been wielding a machete outside. *heh*

  3. Update: I JUST had another senior-at-42 moment: was looking around in the fridge for the cucumber, asked dear wife: “Don’t we have a cucumber? Sure thought we did…” Shrugged, closed the fridge door, turned around to place on the counter the cucumber I had in my hand.

    Make what you will of this. I’d only had half a beer, too.

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  5. LOL @ MaryHunter’s cucumber. I have been guilty of looking everywhere for my cell phone, while talking on it, at the ripe old age of 23 ;). Must be the mommy brain.

  6. Oh..why did I stop here?..Who’s site is this anyway?..lolz
    o gosh…talk bout needin more coffeeeeeeee..If it doesnt stop
    pourin here Imma need a truckload of rubber duckies!
    Heyallllllllllllp! lol ๐Ÿ™‚

  7. Given the subject matter of this post, I’m gonna assume the off-topic trackbacks are meta-commentary (the Open Post is below, so I assume some other folks are also coffee-deprived :-)).

    Rain, rain…

    “Rubber Ducky, you’re the one,
    You make bathtime lots of fun,
    Rubber Ducky, I’m awfully fond of you;

    (woh woh, bee doh!)

    Rubber Ducky, joy of joys,
    When I squeeze you, you make noise!
    Rubber Ducky, you’re my very best friend, it’s true!

    (doo doo doo doooo, doo doo)

    CHORUS: Every day when I
    Make my to the tubby
    I find a little fella who’s
    Cute and yellow and chubby


    Rubber Ducky, you’re so fine
    And I’m lucky that you’re mine
    Rubber ducky, I’m awfully fond of you.

    (repeat chorus)

    Rubber Ducky, you’re so fine
    And I’m lucky that you’re mine
    Rubber ducky, I’m awfully fond of –
    Rubber ducky, I’d like a whole pond of –
    Rubber ducky I’m awfully fond of you!

    (doo doo, be doo.)”

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