The dog and pony show

dog and pony show, originally uploaded by ramsierue.

My mind feels like a freight train. I cut my fingernails too short. I never realized how painful that can be until I started throwing ropes around and tying knots on pack saddles. The horses are eating their breakfast. I am waiting for some toast to toast and declared some time for myself to write. Never before have I been so dependent on to-do lists. Nor have I revised my to-do lists so many times. The to-do list is like sacred text to me now. So much so that on last Sunday when I was at Jax Outdoor Store shopping for gear I had to fight my temptation of grasping all my lists some of which were etched on junk mail envelopes, others in a spiral notebook and some on index cards to make a nest out of which I could take a nap on in the headlamp isle. Then maybe by some miracle I would absorb by osmosis everything on my lists which would then be neatly stored in my brain. As it was I just grabbed a new lantern, looked at the sewing kits, had a twenty minute phone conversation with a friend in the horse tack isle, lost my garage door opener and left. I forgot to get a packing scale and some hobbles. So I will revise again, my lists, adding "check lost and found for garage door opener" I'll try to get a good nights sleep, to eat a healthy lunch and attempt again to get this dog and pony show on the road.