I went to the garage to get this:
And for some reason, returned with these:
As in, I walked through almost the entire house, carrying them (much heavier than a broom and quite unwieldy), one in each hand. I then realized that I had no need for them whatsoever and no idea why in the world I was carrying them. Upon returning them to the garage, I realized that it was actually the broom I had been seeking.
I have no idea what this says about my slob-brain, but I really think it has to say something. Something possibly related to my selective vision issues.
All people do mindless things, I know. Most people experience moments when they get somewhere and can’t remember why they went there. Maybe all people, like me, don’t realize that they don’t remember what they went there for, and pick up something they have no need of whatsoever and lug it somewhere.
I’m guessing it has something to do with my self-diagnosed ADD characteristics. Yes, I’ve started more than one post about that, but have never finished one. Ironic?
But hey, the good news is that the reason the broom was in the garage was that hubby and I spent an hour of our Saturday “widening the path” through all of the clutter that’s going in the garage sale. One hour . . . huge difference.