Category Archives: Tardy Tuesday

We Like Wednesday

I was going to call this Also Not A Post, but I thought of the other just now when I turned off the burner on the stove and liked the alliteration.

The reason I thought of it just then was that I have formed the habit when turning off the stove of saying out loud, “Turning off the burner on Wednesday.”  Or whatever day it is, of course.  This is because I tend to forget those things I do automatically.  I kept calling my husband, Steve from work to ask him to check for me. This could be a problem if I went in early for overtime and he went back to bed.  Thus, the habit of reminding myself.

Now, sadly, there is nobody to check for me if I do forget, so it is good I maintain the habit.  Anyways, today I said my phrase and felt that usual spurt of relief that it is Wednesday and not Tuesday.  Um, I will admit that Tuesday is when I should have been making this post (according to my rules for me), but let us not worry about that now.

So, I guess Not Really A Post describes this post better than the title I chose.  Oh well, 200 words including a little tidbit about one of my weird things.  I’ll bill it as a Tired Tuesday Post and drive on.  Once again, thank you for tuning in.

 

Is Tardy Tuesday My Fault?

I was too tired too make even a Tired Tuesday Post. However, as I typed that in, I thought of a new feature: Tardy Tuesday! So here I go, with my inaugural Tired Tuesday Post, discreetly failing to tally the number of previous Tuesdays I have been tardy (the Tardy Tuesday Tally?).

My husband, Steve, just brought me coffee, by the way. Aaaaaahhhhh!

I logged onto Facebook before starting this, a stalling tactic with a purpose, since I usually share my post on Facebook. While there, I peeked at On This Day, hoping for some inspiration (OK, I was just stalling some more) and saw this semi-profound statement: It’s not just computers; my whole life is Operator Error.

I suppose it is true. Most of the problems in my life can be traced back to choices I made. In my defense, it seemed like a good idea at the time. However, other people sing, whatever will be, will be. Doris Day got rather tiresome with repeating that philosophy in her autobiography (although it was otherwise a very good book). This could be the topic of a whole blog post: is everything our fault or is nothing?

You want me to write that blog post? Perhaps I will. But not today. I have managed to eke out 200 words, and I have to get on with my Wednesday. Will I wuss out on today’s post? We shall see.