Absent mindedness.

My first training run for the Mountain Goat was a success. I was a bit overdressed (I wore pearls. Just kidding, I wore my diamond studs) because even though it was sunny, it was only about 41 degrees. And I'm now convinced that I am an ipod jinx, because the Nike+ that I borrowed froze up right when we were getting ready to run. So that makes three.

Today was a spring cleaning kind of day at home, so I decided to tear apart my Jeep and suck up a winters worth of garbage out of all the seats. I found a couple of water toys left from summer, so I guess I was overdue. I put a couple of half empty boxes of fruit snack type things on the roof of the car while vacuuming, which I promptly forgot about. I had to return a few books to the library (my latest fine was $4.65) so I made a quick trip over to drop them off. On the way home, I passed a box of fruit snacks on the side of the road, with the little packets strewn around. When I got home Mike said he found another box in the driveway.

I don't mean to be absent minded, or clumsy, the sad thing is I really try to be organized and pay attention to things, it just doesn't work for me. Case in point:

I once made a pot of coffee at work, but forgot to put the pot under the spout. I came back to the break room, to see three of my co-workers mopping up the coffee that had flowed all over the place. I said "Who did that?!"

When Luke was a year old, I accidentally locked my keys in the Jeep, with him in his car seat, along with my cellphone, in the library parking lot. I borrowed a phone from a woman in the car next to me to call Mike, then I danced around the Jeep, making funny faces so he wouldn't cry. That lasted about 15 minutes, after which the poor kid was like, okay, it was fun for the first five minutes, but not for the last ten.

I've never had a kitchen disaster (well, one time I had to use the fire extinguisher, but that doesn't count), but I can make a mess. Years ago I was making a cake and got mad at my brother about something, so I slammed the bowl down, and the batter flew up everywhere, and a big glob of it slapped him right in the eye. He sees just fine now.

The above photo of Eliza has nothing to do with this post, I just like it. She looks like a runner.

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