March 4, 2014
I can’t decide
whether to get a yummy double vanilla latte, a steamy espresso, almond
croissant, poppy seed muffin, dark chocolate cake, or several goodies. The
indecision is disconcerting, frustrating, not to mention creates impatience in the
line behind me at Dunn Brothers.
So frequently,
the process of choosing sets me into a frenzy. I normally jump into the great
dark abyss, not completely comprehending what outcome is expected (aside from too much sugar.) In times of
inconsistent poor results, I pull back and then can’t even determine what I am
hankering for at the coffee shop. A full blown tantrum may be effective when I
was three (or fourteen) but now, at 50 something (most days I cannot recall
what age I am,)it isn’t so charming.
Two little
stinkers showed up for Story Time this morning. One precocious yellow-haired
shout-it-out two years old as of October, stuck with the stories about gardens
and bugs but the other dull brown-topped a bit younger girl, roamed around the
table, screamed at the computer lab to "turn it on," threw crayons, and "didn’t
wanna hear the story." Her primitive little brain wasn’t the least bit
interested in learning about dirt, creatures of the garden, watering plants, or
even looking at the colorful pictures.We colored shapes for most of the Gardening Story Time.
If I were two,
I might be able to choose what flavor coffee drink I want right now. In the
moment, I let the person behind me decide, so I pay for his drink too. He is
delighted in my irritation around indecision. Don’t count on it happening
tomorrow.
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