Gushing & Mundane Moments (tm)
Feb. 28th, 2006 12:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mlerulesGush: Have spent time w/good people the past few eves, folks w/whom I feel incredibly comfie and at home with whilst chatting, listening to music, eating, drinking (ah, whisk*y), hanging out, whatEVER. Huzzah to more good times w/great people!
MM(tm): Yes, you CAN teach an olde dog new tricks. I'd been keeping my keys in a chest drawer near the front door. 'Twas easy to just toss 'em there when I came in and grab 'em when needed (to go out, to fetch something from the car or garage, to move a car (or 2) for street cleaning, to return carp to vehicle or garage). Then a friend pointed out that security-wise perhaps that wasn't the best place for 'em, since I often leave the front door wide open for air and to let the kitties see more of the outside window (just through the screen door, not out IN it themselves) and didn't always remember to latch the screen door, then sometimes would wander into the bedroom, leaving the keys fairly vulnerable to anyone who looked for 'em. Sigh. Now they're much further away, in another room even. And yes, at first I was constantly openning the drawer, staring down for a brief moment 'til the fact that they've moved registered, whereupon I'd mutter "damn" and walk way over yonder to get 'em - wasting valuable seconds in my busy schedule! ;-) Now I don't look in the drawer anymore. Sometimes I'll walk over, then remember on the way and switch direction. 'Kay, it's a bit silly, but I'm glad that I can adapt to something like this w/out blowing a gasket. I know 'nuff folks who can't find their keys (wallet, glasses, head if'n it's not attached) when they're leaving the house and I'd trained myself to go to one specific place for the keys so I wouldn't display traits of forgetfulness I'd rather not...and I don't know why I thought it'd be such a big deal. I'm not mentally infirm (too much). I can change routines (Tu to Mon, etc.) So, once again I find strength and pleasure in a simple thing: not losing my mind while not losing my keys (and decreasing the changesn of losing the keys, cars, contents of garage.
Now it's a damn lovely post-rainy day out yonder and I've caught up on my sleep, so I's heading out in the beautiful world for an afternoon of...running errands. And chow. And beauty. And light. And joy.
MM(tm): Yes, you CAN teach an olde dog new tricks. I'd been keeping my keys in a chest drawer near the front door. 'Twas easy to just toss 'em there when I came in and grab 'em when needed (to go out, to fetch something from the car or garage, to move a car (or 2) for street cleaning, to return carp to vehicle or garage). Then a friend pointed out that security-wise perhaps that wasn't the best place for 'em, since I often leave the front door wide open for air and to let the kitties see more of the outside window (just through the screen door, not out IN it themselves) and didn't always remember to latch the screen door, then sometimes would wander into the bedroom, leaving the keys fairly vulnerable to anyone who looked for 'em. Sigh. Now they're much further away, in another room even. And yes, at first I was constantly openning the drawer, staring down for a brief moment 'til the fact that they've moved registered, whereupon I'd mutter "damn" and walk way over yonder to get 'em - wasting valuable seconds in my busy schedule! ;-) Now I don't look in the drawer anymore. Sometimes I'll walk over, then remember on the way and switch direction. 'Kay, it's a bit silly, but I'm glad that I can adapt to something like this w/out blowing a gasket. I know 'nuff folks who can't find their keys (wallet, glasses, head if'n it's not attached) when they're leaving the house and I'd trained myself to go to one specific place for the keys so I wouldn't display traits of forgetfulness I'd rather not...and I don't know why I thought it'd be such a big deal. I'm not mentally infirm (too much). I can change routines (Tu to Mon, etc.) So, once again I find strength and pleasure in a simple thing: not losing my mind while not losing my keys (and decreasing the changesn of losing the keys, cars, contents of garage.
Now it's a damn lovely post-rainy day out yonder and I've caught up on my sleep, so I's heading out in the beautiful world for an afternoon of...running errands. And chow. And beauty. And light. And joy.
