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What I Didn't Do Today

I didn't wash the dishes;

I didn't even cook.

In keeping with my wishes,

My nose was in a book.

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Tomorrow is also a day.

Ode to a Misplaced Cup of Coffee

My younger sister continues to insist that my memory is not quite as good as I think it is, even to the extent of sending me a very cute, handmade birthday "report card" with the heartless indication that I was falling short in the memory department.  She's about put me off the idea of recounting any events that occurred during our youth -- at least when she was present.  I shall henceforth have to be very selective in my reporting.

However, to be fair, she may have a point.  While I steadfastly deny that my long-term memory is faulty, I have noticed (quite a bit, actually) that my short term memory is playing me false.  To demonstrate the latter, I offer you the following which I composed this morning (may be read with the melody of “Tannebaum” running through your mind. If you’ve forgotten the tune, may I direct you to: Tannebaum )

ODE TO A MISPLACED CUP OF COFFEE

Oh, Coffee Mug, Oh, Coffee Mug,

Where have I put you this time?

I set you down and walk away,

Another thought has come my way.

Oh, Coffee Mug, Oh, Coffee Mug,

Where have I put you this time?

My favorite mug, not hard to see

Where have I put you this time?

I leave you and the brew gets cold.

It’s clear to me I’m getting old.

Oh, Coffee Mug, Oh, Coffee Mug,

Where have I put you this time?

Cup of delight, so gently brewed,

Where have I put you this time?

Sometimes you’re in the microwave,

Your gift of warmth I sought to save,

But you’re not there, Oh, where, Oh, where,

Where have I put you this time?

Not on the desk nor counter top,

Where have I put you this time?

The bedside chest is a choice spot

But are you there? Oh, no, you're not.

Oh, Coffee Mug, Oh, Coffee Mug,

Where have I put you this time?

I could go on, but enough is enough.  Thank you for your indulgence.

Although I have a small home (6 small rooms and bath), I sometimes give up the search and brew another cup.  Usually before bedtime, I find the missing cup in, you guessed it, the last place I look!