The clock said 5:25. The sun was just about to peep over the Willapa Hills to give me my morning kiss and I was… well, I was wishing I had a sorting hat à la Harry Potter. Not to sort out which of the four Hogwarts Schools I was cut out for, but for a far more practical and grown-up sort of reason. To sort out my activities for the day.
It was already promising to be one of those times when there were too many things on my to-do list — all of less than medium desirability to get done and of equal urgency in terms of time. So, there was nothing for it but to get on with it…
By nine o’clock I was feeling very much accomplished. 1) Two loads of washing done! 2) Lawn sprinklers going full blast and already moved twice. 2) Spent flowers collected from the Espy Cemetery Plot and containers gathered and put away for next Decoration Day. 4) Mail sent; none to collect. 5) Breakfast eaten. 6) Scrapbooks for “fine-tuning” sorted and ready to pursue.”
I was then off to get a tank full of gas — trying to calculate how many trips hither and thither I could make this month at my current (Prius hybrid) rate of 58.8 miles per gallon!!!! And I was on my way to the optician in Long Beach to have her adjust my glasses which seem to want to slide off my nose.
By then it was ten-tennish and I was tired of it all. So I did what any sensible Woman-Without-Sorting-Hat would do. I called my friend Carol and asked if she was up for a coffee at Colleen’s about two o’clock.
I am making no apologies for only getting halfway (or less) through my mental list of “musts” for today. I made it perfectly clear at the beginning. I NEED A SORTING HAT!
Or better yet… a magic wand!