I have Old Timer's Disease, bigtime.
I had forgotten to take a picture of the last quilt I had done for Myrt S, so I made arrangements to go to her house to photograph it yesterday after lunch. Trouble was, I fell asleep on the couch after lunch and woke up around 4 PM -- ah! the life of the indolent!
Now, as if that weren't bad enough, when I woke up, I went to get my camera but had completely forgotten that I was supposed to go to Myrt's house. But I knew I was supposed to do something with my camera. So I thought it was that I was supposed to take pictures of the things I'm making to show on this blog.
Well, I did that, and I entered the new post on my blog, but I still had this uneasy feeling that I had forgotten something. I'm letting the doggies out for their lawn duty (doody?) when it suddenly hits me with a flash!!! (No, THOSE kind have been over for a number of years now.) Myrt! OMG!!!
Embarrassed and apologetic, I call her, and between giggles she says to come on over. How can you say I'm sorry for forgetting you? It just doesn't wash, no matter how you grovel. But Myrt is unflappable and even makes the whole thing sound hilarious.
Lordy. I need a keeper.