A scatter brained day

It was a work day, and I was reading The Help. Wow! It was so exciting! Just one more page, just one more page, just one more page! (Actually, I was listening to an audio book while I sewed lace onto the tatty bottom of my petticoats.) Oops! I should have left for work ten minutes ago. Scurry, scurry. Finally, out the door 15 minutes late. I strode down the steps, and up the walk, when I suddenly felt unusual breezes under my dress. “Oh, No,” I thought. In my rush, I must have forgotten to put on my petticoat. What to do? Oh, well, I just will have to feel half dressed all evening. My uniform is a little bit see through, but not terribly. So on I went. A block or so later, I reached into my pocket to call my aunt and chat with her as I walked along. No phone. Wow! I really left in an hurry. What to do? I considered. I don’t really need to talk to my aunt now, and anyway, I can’t talk to anyone while I am at work. Then I started thinking - Did I lock my door? Or did I forget that like I forgot everything else? Aaaagh! That was the final straw! I turned around, and rushed back. The door was locked. I let myself in, and Margaret, who thought I was home from work already, was ecstatic. I ran upstairs to put on my slip and get my phone. No slip. I had made a pile of work clothes, and the pile was gone. It wasn’t in my closet where I put the next day’s clothes. Whaaa? I suddenly realized that it had been there all along, electrified by its recent run through the dryer, and was bunched up, clinging to my hips. I looked at my bedside table for the phone. No phone! My pockets are very full of nurse stuff, and sometimes a little impenetrable. I felt through them again. There was the phone. Three out of three. What a dummie I felt. By now it was pouring rain. I called my aunt again and asked for an emergency ride to work. She was happy to oblige, and so I actually got there on time, feeling stupid, but otherwise no worse for wear. Happily, I had a nice time at work, even after the ill-omened start. When I got home, I stayed up till three and finished the book. It sure was good.

I had no appropriate picture, so brilliant photographer Rebecca gave me two of hers. They represent my petticoats and the nice lace I had just sewn onto their bottoms.