It’s been a while since I’ve written but since you’re ever-present in my life these days, I thought I’d send you a quick note.
During all the years we’ve known each other, you were always there to “save my bacon.” I could list the many ways but that would take too long.
You might not remember….well, actually, I’m sure you don’t remember because you tend to forget…..but you gave me a kitchen timer many years ago. I hope I expressed some gratitude at the time but, honestly, I wasn’t sure why you gave it to me. I suppose you were trying to urge me to cook a bit more but we both knew that was unlikely.
But now I simply don’t know what I would do without that little timer.
I’m the one who’s forgetful these days so, without that loud ringing device, pots on the stove would boil dry, appointments would be missed, a quick nap would turn into a deep sleep and ruin the day. It’s become my personal assistant.
The irony is not lost on me that you, Queen of Forgetting, are now making sure that I don’t.
Of course, the timer’s name is Carolyn. I talk to you each time the thing goes off. Most of the time I say a grateful “Thank you, Carolyn, whatever would I do without you?”
But there are those times I tell it/you to hush. Quit that ringing already. I’m moving as fast as I can.
Whatever the case, I know you’re there for me. And with me.
Saving my bacon.
Just like you always did.
Lordy, how I miss you.