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If you give me
a picture to hang,
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I’ll have to find a hammer.
While looking
for the hammer, I’ll find some old Mother’s Day Cards shoved in a drawer.
I spend 5
minutes remembering why I love my 5 children.And my husband.
When I put the
cards back, I’ll remember I was looking for my hammer.
I spy my flower
handled hammer peeking out from underneath a pile of journals!
I spend a half
hour reading through the journals, marveling at the brilliance of my writing
and wondering why I’m not a published author yet.
I remember to
grab the hammer.
I need to find
nails!
As I look through
the paper clips on my desk hoping to find a nail , I spot the name of a song I’d written down that I
need to learn.
That reminds me I’ve been meaning to look the song up on
YouTube.
Sometime later,
after I’ve learned how to teach my dog sign language, watched videos of Basset Hound Puppies, and caught up on all Jimmy Fallon's "Ew" skits,
I remember I came here to listen to a song, which reminds me I was looking for
a nail.
I’ll listen to
the song later.
I go out to the
kitchen to check the junk drawer. I lay the hammer on the counter by a bag of
apples I forgot to put away.
I put the apples away and then remember I was going to wash the dishes.
Running the water reminds me I have to go to the bathroom.
After I use the bathroom. I walk back to the kitchen.
I see the hammer and I remember I was looking for a
nail.
I walk to the
garage to find a nail.
On the way to
the garage I have to walk through the laundry room.
I remember I forgot to start the laundry! Hearing the water run in the
washing machine reminds me I was going to do the dishes.
I walk back to
the kitchen
When I walk into the
kitchen I see the hammer and remember… nails.
I walk back to
the garage.
In the garage I'm distracted by some old Abercrombie and Fitch bags. I admire the male models on the bags
and wonder at the strength. Of the bags that is. Those bags are strong! All
bags should be this strong.
Strength…
nails!
I find my
husband’s tool boxes. I rummage through all sorts of weird stuff and don’t find
any nails but do find some brown deck screws. They look sturdy, they’ll hold
anything!
I go back into
the house with my hammer and brown deck screws.
I stand for a
moment confused as to why I’m holding these items and then I remember;
I have a
picture to hang!
But first I’ll
have to remember where I put the picture…
The End
P.S. It did get hung.
