For a week now, I knew that I was scheduled for an eye doctor appointment this morning. While I was not particularly looking forward to the event, I was mentally prepared. Last night, I exclaimed, “Well, that’s odd! I never received a reminder call about the appointment tomorrow at 9 a.m.” Jim said, “Yes, they usually call, don’t they?” I retrieved the appointment card and set it on the kitchen table, determined to call them as soon as the office opened to ask if the early morning “date” was still on.
I arose early, washed my hair, and was in the process of getting ready. Mind you, it is 3 degrees above zero. I was not exactly looking forward to trekking out into the cold, but duty called. As usual, on cold days, I was bound and determined to layer clothes for warmth. I was half dressed when the voice of my beloved called out in a strange tone … “Patricia! Patricia!” I knew it wasn’t time for breakfast yet, as his feet had barely hit the floor boards.
Gleefully waving my appointment card, he proved that my appointment is really scheduled for next month, not this one. How did I mistake January for February? All I can say is that I am so tired of the cold, it must have just been “wishful thinking.” At least, for now, that’s my excuse and I’m stickin’ to it!
Patricia Cummings
