Tuesday June 26, 2007
I’ve got my days completely mixed up this week. It was fine when I got up this morning and pitched into the task of schlepping the trash and the recycling stuff out to the kerb, with Graham’s help. I knew it was Tuesday then because Tuesday is trash day.
Shortly after we started out for the holiday camp, though, the bell rang, the magic land at the top of the faraway tree rotated, and I was convinced it was Wednesday. So much so that I convinced Graham, too, and we were congratulating ourselves on the departure of Tony Blair. Which doesn’t happen until tomorrow. Wednesday, that is.
For a short time, sitting on the sofa in the caravan, I had a flash of Friday but, by the time I got home I was firmly and irrevocably fixed in Sunday.
It’s going to make the rest of this week rather interesting. I think that my best approach would be to close my calendar and refuse to put day names to the dates. I’ve already named this entry for Monday and Saturday before I had the sense to consult the windows calendar thingummy.
Can’t ignore the pesky calendar, though. I have days to remember. Thursday is the day when Graham’s mother visits, and I need to go over to pick her and Graham up from the holiday camp, lunch them here, and then take them back in time for tea. Sunday is the day when Graham comes home for his ‘weekend’. So Wednesday and Saturday are the days when I need to clean and tidy the house and garden. All I need do is conjure up some inescapable task for Friday and all will be well.
Am I bothered? No, not really. And neither is Dolly the Mega-cat. Neither Mega-cats nor poets really need calendars, you see.
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15 responses so far ↓
CBG Dee // June 27, 2007 at 10:41 am
It must be going around, John. I haven’t been able to keep the days correctly labeled for darned near a week. Sheesh. On the other hand, it doesn’t seem to matter. (smile)
oldgreypoet // June 27, 2007 at 10:49 am
Yer know what, Dee, being in such good company makes me feel a lot better about it!
gary // June 27, 2007 at 11:01 am
I remember an old comic in a magazine, where a cat kept a diary. Each day was listed as ‘today’, and a typical entry was ‘ate food from a bowl, took a nap, slept on the big guy’s lap’. The joke, of couse, being that cats live only for the moment.
oldgreypoet // June 27, 2007 at 11:32 am
That seems a good wheeze to me, Gary. I’m a great fan of living for the moment, and have a great tutor in Dolly.
Brigitte // June 27, 2007 at 12:02 pm
What did you say, John, which day is it today??
And you know what? You tend to add to the confusion yourself when you’re posting a yesterday post today as today’s post… or is it yesterday’s post then?
oldgreypoet // June 27, 2007 at 12:16 pm
Some diarists write their daily entries last thing before bed, Brigitte, and some let the pillow put things into perspective before writing the record. I know of one who defers journal entries until the frst day of the following month. There are other variations, and there are good and bad things in all of them.
Me, I prefer to scribble notes through the day, review them last thing, go over them again the next morning and then to write the entry. So I’m always writing about yesterday. One advantage of the system is that it’s perfectly possible to produce more than one entry after a break of more than 24 hours.
A more modern approach is to publish/blog throughout the day as things happen. Except for special occasions that’s far too hasty for me!
Bonnie // June 27, 2007 at 2:09 pm
If I scribbled notes John I would lose them in the bits of PSP notes and such.
I also am having a week of what day is this, and it doesn’t help when the dental assitant gave me a slip with today’s appt. and yesterday’s date! lol
Amanda Page // June 27, 2007 at 2:19 pm
I smiled to see a mention of the faraway tree, I haven’t read that book in a good long while. I wonder if it’s one that’s stood up to time.
I have a week’s holiday coming up, and I know, from past experience, the days are going to blur into one big Saturday.
Mage // June 27, 2007 at 3:02 pm
After the long, many day stint of standing and talking at work, I’m lost in my days until the tiredness goes away. Usually I lose about three days. Today I know it is Wednesday only because my other half has a board meeting.
marty // June 27, 2007 at 4:58 pm
Most days I look at the newpapers date. I check it again when I log on. I keep a calandar book and note what I have committed to do there. Ah, the joys of never knowing when I am.
The joys of retirement.
Maureen // June 27, 2007 at 5:55 pm
I have little slips of paper in chronological order of things I am doing or attending,sat on the kitchen counter top.But still, I have managed to double book myself ,not once but twice in the same week!Good lord ,is it wednesday already ?What happened to tuesday?
Satalya // June 27, 2007 at 9:12 pm
As far as I’m concerned, it’s Ermday. Lately the days have all been bleak and blah with a lot of rain outside, so I missed naming the days completely. “Which day do we have today?”
“It’s… erm…. *looks at the radio controlled clock* “…erm… Wednesday, if this thing is right…”
“Erm…. alright.”
Ermday is good enough for me.
Hugs from Hamburg, Satalya
Mary Lee // June 27, 2007 at 9:21 pm
When I first retired I lived in a fairly constant state of panic trying to figure which day it was that I was working on right then. Finally, I smacked myself on the forehead and said, what the heck difference can it possibly make? If I get there tomorrow, will it be any different than if I went today? And I haven’t worried about ‘the day’ since. Now, if I could only figure out where I’ve left my eyeglasses!
Novie // June 27, 2007 at 11:31 pm
I was sitting at work this afternoon thinking about how tomorrow was Friday. I was halfway home before it hit me that tomorrow is Thursday. I think we all suffer from sensory overload these days, eh?
oldgreypoet // June 28, 2007 at 7:45 am
I seem to be in awfully good company here, but I knew that already…
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