~Ralph Waldo Emerson
My DH gets a little confused sometimes. :dunno:
The other night he asked if I had called so and so to find out about such and such (names have been changed to protect the innocent) and, because of a unusual super busy week, I replied that I hadn’t had time. He then wanted to know if anywhere in the near future I would be able to get to it. It was something that I had to handle and it really was on my to do list.
Really.
Yes, I will do it as soon as I get time was my reply as I shook my head and sighed heavily. Too much to do and too little time.
Not five minutes later, I get a call from a dear friend and fellow writer. Thirty minutes or so later I hang up and find him looking at me strangely.
‘Whaat???’ I asked.
‘You haven’t had time to take care of (protecting those innocents again) and yet you talked for over thirty minutes to a girlfriend about nothing much in particular.’ He shook his head, clearly puzzled.
‘And so your point is???’ Now I was baffled.
‘But you said you didn’t have time.’
‘I didn’t have time to do that. But ‘dear friend and fellow writer’ called and I had to talk with her.’
‘You hated talking with your mother on the phone. You never have time to talk with your brother. You refuse to call my mother. You barely make time to talk with me when I call. So, why on God’s green earth that you will drop everything and talk to one of your girlfriends?’
I pondered that for a moment. ‘Because they’re my friends.”
‘Nuff said.
~Sandy
