I seem to have lost my shoes today. I am sure I wore them yesterday. I am sure I took them with me this morning. I wanted to get new taps put on them. And then when I wanted to go to the shoe repair guy, I couldn't find them. I thought I looked everywhere at the office, and I could not find them. So I figured I must have left that pair at home. So I didn't go to the shoe repair place, because why go if I'd only have to go again.
I must have left them at home. So I'd go home and bring them tomorrow. I did go home. (What's home anyway?) I'm there now. But my shoes are not here. So I wonder if I left them on the car and drove off. So I take a ride around in my car. Maybe I heard something clunk this morning. Maybe it was my shoes falling off my car. Then they should be on the side of the road somewhere. But they were not.
So they must be at the office, but I can't think of where I'd have put them. They're not in my office. They're not in my space in the basement. I just can't think of where. And I thought I'd put them in a bag, but can't find that either.
Maybe it's in one of my cabinets. I don't think I've checked them all, probably because I didn't think I'd left them there.
And it's a new month; so I should probably say Ma'ariv, and stop worrying about my shoes, and go to bed.
And I want to give myself permission to take a side trip, to see a more rural aspect of Connecticut, or to take a day to take pictures, or to work up my pages a little better, or to meet the neighbors, but these things only seem to occur in stolen moments. They never are the plan.
But I'm not keeping to the plan either.
Some things do get booked though, and I show up, but again, I wonder if I am booking the right things, or maybe if I shouldn't book some others as well.
Maybe that's what's next.
And a Happy Birthday to Dahlia before it's all gone.