Now You Know

I know I started the WordPress “class” yesterday, but I decided that I would do my assignments when I don’t like the prompt and wasn’t going to write a post. Today, though, is a post day.

Okay, something in my life is maddening.  Rather, someone in my life: myself.

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I’m one of those people that gets all excited at first, but then either get bored or quit when it turns out to be harder than I expected. It’s also embarrassing. Mom, who retired as a medical editor, is also now a writer. She and “I” wrote a memoir.   I use quotes because it was about ninety percent her, ten percent me.   Mom researched editors, publishers, and queries. I would have quit long ago.

I’m good at the goals. It’s the follow through that’s lacking.

I have two resolutions this New Year (I normally don’t make them because I know how I am).

Number one is to regularly donate to Loma Linda University Hospital’s Cheerful Encounters program. It’s a program where you can donate simple things like travel sized toiletries, soduku books, etc. to patients.

Number two is much harder. It would take several essays, but I’d like to write them to explain how I went from basically being an atheist to working with a Christian charity.

I’m hoping since you all now know that I’ve made two resolutions, I have to keep them!

I’m Not Crazy–Really!

Contrary to what my family would tell you, I am not crazy—maybe a tad on the eccentric side, but not crazy. Another word for me is probably is quirky. Yes, definitely quirky.

This is most evident in my eating—mostly eating lunch. I have some form of peanut butter sandwich every day (I was thrilled when the doctor said that I needed more protein, which peanut butter is a good source of). My sandwich could be peanut butter and jelly, peanut butter and honey, or occasionally almond butter and banana slices.

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Exhibit A, although I was a bit wild today and had a turkey sandwich for lunch. And now that I look at it, the sandwich is pretty close to the 9 o’clock position also. Disturbing.

The sandwich is cut into bite-sized pieces so it’s easier for me to pick up, and I must eat my sandwich row by row, not picking pieces up willy-nilly. The sandwich has to be at 6:30 on the plate. It’s essential. Nothing can be blocking the sandwich. Also essential. Vitamins, calcium, multivitamin, iron, omega-3, and vitamin C: They must be at 9 o’clock.

Chips (a figure of speech—actually either pretzels, string cheese, almonds, popcorn, or some combination thereof) are at either 11 or 2 o’clock, interchangeable with dessert. I’m more lenient with them.

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Exhibit B. Note the tidy row-like consumption of sandwich, sort of like corn on the cob. Sort of.

A psychologist would have a field day with that! Ask me if I care; not in the least, as long as I can have things just so.

P.S. In reading this back, I sound nuts!