Forgetful Thursday, May 15, 2008I used to carry around a little notebook in which to jot notes to myself, it was extremely helpful for remembering random bits of information that seem to escape from my sieve-like mind. Paying bills I occasionally forget, but if you want to discuss the particulars of certain episode of Saved By the Bell, well of course that information is completely at the ready.
Lately I've been puttering around doing my normal daily activities and find myself going "Oh, lovely- that would be fun to write about!" and then thinking 'must remember that' at which point it silently slips from my brain never to be seen again. So I'm re-instituting the notebook procedure, that way all those brilliant (at least to me) ideas/thoughts that I feel the need to share with the world at large don't go skulking off into the dark recesses of my head.
In the interest of wrapping things up since I've been so lax in my writing, here is what I've done for the last week... I made some absolutely awful cranberry muffins. It was my go-to recipe for years and this time around they were absolutely awful. They stuck to their papers and where generally taste-less, perhaps I cocked the recipe up (entirely possible) or maybe over the years my palate has advanced to the point that once considered glorious muffins are now sub-par.
Oh yes, and I spent the weekend at my sister's house. I cut my sister's hair, made homemade mac and cheese + brownies for the kids, did a ton of sidewalk chalk drawings with them (crime scene outlines included), blew enough bubbles to qualify me for employment at the Wonka Factory, gave one of the girls a bath and fell asleep in the recliner while watching game 3 of Cavs/Celtic playoffs.
Also I bought some ridiculously expensive shoes at the New Balance store. Ok, not ridiculously expensive but still on the upside of $150 dollars. $120 for the shoes and then $35-ish for the special insoles to help with my amazingly high arches. It is like walking (ahem, I've not had a chance to try them out running) on clouds. Fluffy little clouds made of deliciously sprong-y memory foam. I will not comment at all about the look of disbelief that clerk gave me when I told him I do triathlons. I guess he doesn't think I'm ripped enough to be a triathlete?
Then true to form I went next door to trader joe's and bought some more cheese. And red wine salami.