It's not that I am really anxious, it's just that i don't want to forget anything! You know the feeling -- going on vacation and forgetting your clothes, arriving at work still wearing your bunny slippers, forgetting where you've parked when you have three half-gallons of icecream in the cart.
My anxiety is not about the big things -- canopy, screens, art. It's the Little Things, that proverbial 10% of your work that takes 90% of your time. Do I have pens? receipts? lunch?
To digress a moment, we have a resident puka, Hub. For those of you not in-the-know, pukas, also known as pukkas, are alternate-reality beings who can slip in and out of our dimension, easy-as-pie. Sometimes known for their mischievous qualities, they find shiny things, like marbles, keys, coins, jewelry, to be Very Attractive. Let's just say, if you find your keys misplaced, an earring suddenly gone from where you left it, or if you have lost one or more of your marbles, you probably, in all likelihood, have a puka.
The most famous puka, Puck of A Midsummer Night's Dream, is who we think of first. But not all pukas are as human-friendly as Puck. They respond favorably to milk, sweets and respect. I'm not sure about chocolate, but what is there to not like about chocolate?
Anyway, we have a puka. And, Hub is partially responsible for my anxiety. I mean, what would he find so appealing about a caulk gun? A roll of velcro? A receipt book? Suffice it to say, after asking nicely (many times) and gifts of marbles, I have successfully negotiated an exchange. Caulk gun? Check. Velcro? Check. Receipt book? Double-check.
I shudder to think what other found items he has, squirrelled away on the shelves of his room, that I have not yet missed. But, it is very important for me to stay on his good side. So, i'll leave him some cream in a saucer tonight, before I go to bed. And possibly a cookie.
And, by the way, I do really have copious lists of things to find and do, before next Friday. But, I hope to see YOU on Saturday or Sunday!!