By W.R. Jones
This may be one of my last paintings with any green in it, we are moved to the desert now. The new house is still a mess of flooring and bath changes, painting, etc. I do have a prospective painting area with good north light which will expand the hours I can paint. Not that I expect to use the extra hours. I’m too attached to my habit of pissing away time of any value.
I’m operating at a estimated 1.7% efficiency. If it weren’t for my nanosecond attention span I expect I could get a lot of shit done.
Got milk from fridge for coffee. Pick up scrap of paper on floor on way to coffee cup. Start for garbage can in garage to toss scrap. Open garage door and see golf cart. This reminds me to connect it for a charge. Then I look out the door and see mail box across street. Reminds me to pick up mail. Go in house to get key. I get key then have to pee. Go to bathroom, leave both key and scrap. Did remember to pee so not all of my memory has been damaged. Walk across street to mailbox. Damn where is the key? Oh ya, left it by the coffee cup. Nope, DAMN IT, my wife has put the keys in some obscure spot AGAIN. I’ve told her a thousand times to put it in the drawer by the door but nooo she can’t remember that simple act. If she weren’t visiting the neighbor I’d kick the slats out of her. Now what was I doing? Oh ya I left that scrap of paper by the toilet. I will get that taken care of right now. Hmmn that’s strange what are the mail box keys doing here? Oh well, I’ll get the mail. Well nuts, there is too much mail for me to carry with this milk carton in my hand. I better return it to the frig before it goes bad……
Thirty minutes later … phooey my coffee’s cold, I’ll heat it in the microwave and while it’s heating I’ll get some milk from the frig. Don’t understand why my wife doesn’t think I can multitask.