These are the days of the week

14 Jun

For some reason, I have been having the hardest time keeping up with the days of the week.

Oh, I know the days of the week–I just find myself having these little episodes lately wherein I am a little confused as to which of the days of the week I am embroiled in at that precise moment.

When the alarm went off at 5am on Saturday morning, I was bummed to be forced into wakefulness, but I took some solace in the certain knowledge that, hey–at least it is Friday.

But of course, it wasn’t. It was Saturday. At some point on Friday night, my brain slipped a cog, I set my alarm, thus, I was awakened early on Saturday, convinced it was Friday. I know some of you are thinking a consummate professional such as myself just rolled with it, got up, and went into the office anyway. Cute. No. Rolled over. Back to sleep. Nice.

I further punished myself this week by deciding that Tuesday was Monday, even though I had completed a Monday a mere 24 hours before. Then yesterday just felt like a Thursday to me. So–Happy Friday, everyone!

Only it isn’t. Yesterday was Wednesday. Today is Thursday. Welcome to my madness.

I have no idea why I keep trying to warp time and space with my fertile mind.

I have been having a pretty interesting week, actually.

Monday–something, something–went to work, work related things occurred. But enough about Monday!

Tuesday–I had my appointment to apply for my passport. That turned out to be relatively painless. It was an important milestone because I’ve never had a passport before and this was one of the necessary things on my “To Do” list that I needed to get behind me in order to get my ducks in a row for my trip to Paris in July.

Please do not misconstrue what I just said. I am not literally planing to smuggle ducks into France. I meant “ducks” in a metaphorical sense. Sure, I don’t even know what day of the week it is, but I do know better than to try to smuggle water fowl into a foreign country.

Yes, I am going to Paris! I know–I don’t believe it either. That is, I don’t completely feel like it is real just yet. Perhaps when that passport I paid extra to have Express Mailed to me arrives, I will feel like the trip is a more tangible reality. I’m also sure I’ll be writing much more on this topic in the blogs ahead, so we won’t dwell on Monday–Tuesday right now other than–passport application out of the way–Hooray!

Wednesday–which was yesterday, as nearly as I can tell, my co-workers and I attended a “team building” event my boss put together for us.

After work, we went to a fun place called Yes You Canvas. Under the guidance of an instructor, we each painted our own version of a painting called “Night Palms.” When we were finished, my boss said my palms looked haunted and I should add a bat to the scene.

Yeah, well–her palms looked a little spindly if you ask me. Everyone is a critic.

The instructor told me that my painting was “very nice. Very impressionistic!” Uh huh.

Sometimes “impressionistic” means “You’re another Claude Monet!” and sometimes “impressionistic” means, “What you painted doesn’t really look like what it is supposed to be, so let’s euphemize it!”

It was a fun evening no matter what anyone says about my troubled palm trees.

 

And, now, here we are–Friday, or possibly  Thursday.

Recalibrating my inner calendar…it is sort of like when you mess with the GPS in your car by doing the opposite of what the little voice tells you and the poor thing has to keep saying, “Recalculating…recalculating…”

“Yeah, you go ahead and recalculate, honey–who says I can’t drive on the sidewalk if I want to? Not some talking box on my dashboard, I’ll tell you what!”

Happy Thursday, or whatever day it is in your mind.

One Response to “These are the days of the week”

  1. Ellen India June 15, 2012 at 9:14 pm #

    Memories of “Tomorrow’s Promise.”

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