Seriously, I thought I had something to tell you. You know it’s important when I have to start the sentence with Seriously. Yes, well, I did have something to tell you. If I can only remember what it was.
I started to write this post, and then phone rang, it was a telemarketer, and 3 of the emails I had sent to friends came back with questions, and of course there was the time I didn’t waste because I enjoyed wasting it on Pinterest. And then Bootsie needed to be fed, and “oh yes, there is something I had to tell you.”
Do you know I can’t remember what it was. It wasn’t that I had to make dinner, in this luxurious late summer, “can you believe it’s September” heat, and that’s a twitter kind of thing. And I am most certain that no one cares that I was making dinner.
Then the Police cars raced up our street, and my heart thumped in my chest as I turned towards the patio door, praying that no cat was out on the road. Or child…… how totally irresponsible of them, one day..….but you don’t need to know that.
There is something that I was supposed to tell you, but I just can’t remember. You know those little nuggets of joy that you save up for your spouse’s arrival home, or the phone call with a good friend. That kind of thing. Then the camera called to me, and I remembered that I was going to take some shots of the garden, late summer heat and all, but I forgot to do that also.
Yes I am sure it will come to me. Maybe it was about the gorgeous sunset at Crescent Beach the other day…or maybe it was something else.
One day I will remember.
And then I will tell you.
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams