This early in the year, before the new dairy becomes noiseless, I frequently slip up and this year is no different. Yesterday I woke up with a nagging feeling. A feeling that constantly chipped away at my (generally serene) consciousness, suggesting that I forgot to make a note in my dairy. It was about a promise made to somebody and the delivery date was Monday January 11th. Every time I grasped it, it slipped away. What a frustration!!
I do not do frustration very well and will do almost anything to avoid this feeling. So, what I did instead was to collect all the objects in my house that didn't belong to me. Stuff that had to be returned to their original owners. I am sure that a lot of my possessions were left behind after a visit over the Xmas period. I set out to return these and during one of these trips, a visitor arrived at my home. This was obviously the missing link.
Now I sit with a compounded problem. I don't know who this mystery visitor was. All I know is that a book of mine was returned. The title of the book is Married to a Bedouin. Perhaps a promise was made and delivered and that should be the end of that. On the other hand, perhaps not.
If you were that mystery guest, please forgive me.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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