that’s supposed to help with memory loss? I forget.
See my cute little calendar over there? With the little colored-in squares for days I post? It’s like a grown-up version of a chore chart for me. I get excited when I see a whole row or a whole block filled in! Woo-eee, look what I did! After the sickies and the stresses hit me, I hit a snag in my post rhythym. But I thought I was back in the game, posting away, working on a few other posts in my word-processing software.
And then? December 17th. I was going to participate in BooMama’s Christmas Tour of Homes again. It was FUN last year, and this year? I have a whole.new.house. to decorate! Fun, fun, sweet times. I also have a few new decorations and sentimental traditions that I wanted to share. Oooh, baby. Big fun. I thought about taking my pictures the day that I decorated, but then thought, Hey, I might add a few new things or rearrange between now and then. I’ll wait until it gets closer. And you know what happened next?
I forgot all about it! Oytothevey. I was SO vexed with myself when I realized – a scootch after midnight – that I’d missed it, I ended up psyching myself out of posting the next few days. But you know, that’s a little bit Scroogey, and I’m more of a Cratchit most of the time. Cheery, and merry, and God bless us, every one, and such.
So I figure, BooMama seems like a nice lady. Hopefully the forgiving type. Because I’m going to post my Christmas Tour of Home in a few minutes, even though I’m days late, and I’m not going to convince myself that Ye Olde Internets will hate me for breaking the rules a wee little bit and forgetting something I said I was going to do.
And maybe Santa will bring me some of that stuff in my stocking. Blue Cohosh, or St. John’s Wort, or Calendula, or whatever it is.