Just like every other person on the planet, and maybe some other animals, I am a procrastinator. I am slow to make transitions, for sure. For instance, I put off going to town and I put off coming home. I do not like to drive; this has a lot to do with this.

The bigger issue is fear of the unknown. I would rather stay put than have to deal with a change of routine.

I was reminded of what I already knew this morning, when I had to gather my wits and tangible goods and head to town. My mantra early, early, early became late, late, late as I find that last item before leaving, my cell phone.

Books to the Knik Tribal Charter School

Poor Pete, he had to stop looking and give me a hand finding it. He did find it. Off I went, late, first to distribute books, then on the to the Lions Club meeting. I got to the meeting late – it did not matter because the meetings are really a lunch hour interspersed with board reports and then a go around the room in which you say what you are happy about and then put a dollar in this enamel urine collector. It has a horn on it.

I had forgotten my wallet, so of course I could not be happy about anything. I may have said that I was happy that I knew where my wallet was, but this was a lie because I did not know where my wallet was.

I procrastinated some after this – I do not like making left hand turns onto the Palmer Wasilla highway because it’s a four-lane road and I have to pull into the right hand lane and sometimes, even though like today I am careful, I do not see the car coming in the right hand lane. All I could think as one zipped past was phew, cheated death once again.

I worked sorting books until 3:00 p.m. and then had to go to the chiropractor. This was something that I just didn’t want to do. I did it though, and then headed to the Family Promise Thrift Store and picked up books.

Really didn’t want to go home – had to do this because I didn’t want to drive home from an evening meeting in the dark. Had elected to go in with Pete. I did this. Not so bad, this because Pete was driving.

The meeting – it was very long, and there was some angst. I dreaded my having to give the executive director’s report because there were two items on there I didn’t want to address. But I did this, then really dreaded, on the actual agenda, dealing with a last-minute addition “Evaluation of the Executive Director.”

Holy shit. I get this damn program going and keep it going and two board members want to evaluate me. What gives? Am I not treading water good enough? Fortunately, the process of evaluation was circumvented, and it will become a non-issue.

Most things I have to deal with become non-issues. Tomorrow I will go to the pool, and I will happily tread water.

Next: 281. 10/16/24: What if?