I mentioned awhile back that I thought I had too much going on in my life to wing it any longer without keeping track on a calendar. Well, I KNEW I had a calendar around here somewhere, and I stumbled across it a couple weeks ago. The only problem is that I actually need to WRITE STUFF IN IT for it to be effective. Funny how that works. Especially when I'm too busy doing the stuff that should be in the calendar.
Tonight I had an email from the lady who keeps all of us book club members on track, reminding us that our next meeting is this Friday night and that I'd signed up to bring treats. I remember signing up back in the spring, thinking that bringing treats in October for Halloween would be fun, but now that it's here, the dessert-thinking part of my brain is a blank.
I remember that this Saturday is a get together with my quilting/stitching group. I'm really looking forward to it, and that's probably why I remember when it is. There are a couple things I want to do to get ready for it this week--including preparing some wool projects to work on. After Saturday, though, I'm not sure what else is coming up. I wish it was written in my calendar.
I know that we--Gran and I--have a blogger party to attend this month, and I think it's the weekend after this one. And we're supposed to make name tags--gotta find time to do that. Unfortunately, the name tag thinking part of my brain is blank too. And just generally speaking of tags reminds me that I have a semi-private luggage tag making class coming up that I'm taking--I think it's next week or the week after. And I'm teaching a class in October about wool called Baa Baa Black Sheep--it's a repeat of the one I taught in the spring where we dyed wool in class. I need to design some new projects for that class. The only problem is that I designed one and a half of the projects today during my lunch hour--or at least I got some rough drafts started--and I remember having them when I was gathering up my stuff to leave work and that's the last I saw of them. I guess I put them down somewhere because when I got home they weren't in the car with me.
Maybe I need more than a calendar. Maybe I need a minder. And/or a clone. ARGH!