9.18.17 Brainstorm

I volunteered to take my son, Ezra, to soccer practice so I could draft a blog on the sidelines. This is the first sentence I’ve written in 41 minutes and not because I’m captivated by his participation. That’s a train wreck. No, I’ve been busy staring at the treeline – a mix of burgundy, lime, and forest green.

My plan was to draft Lu2 this summer. Like the whole thing. Ha, ha (ha, ha, ha). Ha!

I doubled the honey-lime chicken recipe in the Crock-Pot last week so I could freeze half. It didn’t smell like something I should freeze when I found it in the back of the bottom shelf of the fridge this morning.

My eyebrows needed plucking August 2017. They’re scaring people, and it’s too early to spin them as a home-grown Halloween costume.

“Professor Troy, I emailed you about the assignment this past week, but I never heard back.” You did? Oh yes, I see that now. I’m sorry. That email must have come in when I was busy forgetting about the honey-lime chicken.

Is today Monday? Interesting. So that means the weekend was only yesterday. I have no recollection.

Let’s talk about the 48 hours I didn’t shower, but fit in two runs in the hot sun. No, you’re right. Let’s not talk about that.

The dentist just texted to remind me Tommy’s cleaning is overdue. Please don’t tell the dentist I’m overdue, too.

8:30PM has made for a crazy late bedtime the last 3 weeks.

Our library fine is back to double digits. Matt needs to cut me off.

If we didn’t have a cleaning lady, this brainstorm would never end. If we didn’t take Matt’s shirts to the dry cleaner, he’d be a Chippendale lawyer.

I’m slashing the dry cleaning budget.

I lost my tweezers – that’s why my eyebrows are so weedy! Maybe my Chippendale lawyer can find them like he found my Miami parking pass when I misplaced it in the journey from the envelope to the rearview mirror.

I found $0.41 on my walk home from work today. Maybe I can use that for tweezers. It won’t help the library fine.

I don’t recall the last time I washed the sheets on our bed, but I’m happy to head there after taking these few minutes to write about the random that is my life. Logging it makes me laugh – a last burst of energy before I fall asleep. Maybe tomorrow’s 4AM will look like 4:30, and maybe I won’t finish that Lu2 scene I’ve been snailing through for weeks. Maybe I’ll find more cash on my walk into work tomorrow morning. Maybe I’ll find my tweezers! “Do you take walk-ins like Great Clips?” Maybe I’ll ask the dentist that question. No matter. Life is messy. Life is good.