oopses


I’m working in Word at the moment (7:00 am), a better place for me, probably, than the Internet. Victoria has let me use her laptop in the dining room so I can start on word processes earlier in the day. She doesn’t sleep late, really; we’re just operating on different internal clocks.

Anyway, while Victoria was out last night I helpfully unplugged the phone in her room (which used to be my office, and before that it was her room). I meant to keep the phone from awakening her this morning (couldn’t find an off switch for the ringer), but I realize I dismantled the loop of wiring from modem to wall. So our wireless is off, but I know once it’s on again I can post this missive beneath a photo of Holland that I received from one of our fellow Europe travelers and sent to Victoria’s computer.

Before they went out last night a friend of Victoria’s came over and was cutting my son’s hair in a cool, Bear Grylls type style, when at one point she said, “Uh, oops.” Her razor thingy had been left on a setting she didn’t expect, and the result was a sort of scoop – well, a hole – in the front. She was mortified, you could tell, and my son remained quite calm and gracious. It’ll grow back quick, we all said, and you know it will. But he’ll receive a few double-takes in the meantime.

On my mind this morning are goof-ups, large and small.

Last week I told someone I’d send them an essay “tomorrow”, and I’ve yet to do it. I forget to comment on other bloggers’ posts, even when I think they’re amazing.

An anthology publisher keeps moving back her deadline for reading my work (and anyone else’s who submitted by the original date she’d set), because of nebulous (at least to me) changes in plans for next year. I can send my piece somewhere else, but I’m curious to learn what she thinks. So for now I wait.

Even though I turned off last evening’s debate ere it began so I could finish dishes, I’m guessing the politicians vying for the captain’s spot in our government weren’t saying “oh, missed that” regarding anything. And although their jobs involve problems far greater than can be solved by waiting for hair to grow back or words to be delivered and read, I wish sometimes they’d admit the possibility of oopses.

So, yeah. Think I’ll head to the grocery store now before I forget.

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