Ack!

I'm back.

I feel very behind in everything at this moment.
Work(a back load of jobs to write up from Friday that I could not even touch today because I was busy there, even having to stay late), e-mails, friends, my blog, reading other's blogs, my once-again weedy garden beds...phew!
And the only reason I had a blog up today (the Dali's birthday entry earlier) was that I wrote it a few weeks ago in advance and had it set to publish on this date. I forgot, actually, that I had done that, so was somewhat befuddled when I saw there were comments today!

Does anyone else do this?
Use certain words when writing, like in a blog here, that you would never use in speaking in your day-to-day life?!
I have never ever actually uttered the word "befuddled" aloud in my life, I am fairly sure. But, this is at least the second time that I typed that word here at my blog.
Now...that is somewhat befuddling, isn't it?

So...I will catch up. Hopefully tomorrow on my weekday off--although I have a ton of things to catch up on in the yard and in the house, maybe telling a little about my weekend in Maine ( a memorial service combined with a small family reunion) which was really great, in spite of the reason for going there was for the memorial(it was a unifying thing for my usually scattered, uncommunicative and dysfunctional family--so a good thing) and I am always happy in Maine.

But, now it's Monday and back to the reality of a full calendar, unexpected maddening glitches and situations at work and not enough hours in the day(and an empty refrigerator which means..back to the grocery store).

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** While I am at it, I might as well add a Manic Monday with this week's questions, courtesy of Fleur De Lisa:

How old were you when you learned to tie your shoes?

I have a pretty strong memory of learning to tie my shoes. I even remember the satisfied feeling I had when I was able to say I could do it, after practicing doing it, over and over.

I was five years old, tying my shoelaces and unlacing them, sitting on the bottom step of the staircase in our first house in Maine(which I walked past this weekend-it seems so tiny compared to what it was in my memory)

I also remember it was the morning that my mother was explaining to me and my sister that my grandfather(my father's father) had just died. I hardly knew him, having met him only a few times when I was a baby and have no actual memories of him. We just buried my grandmother's ashes in the plot next to him this weekend. My grandmother-his wife, I knew very well and will always have many memories of her. Too bad he died so young and I never got to know him. Instead, I will always connect learning to tie my shoes with the day I learned he died.

Have you ever snooped in somebody else's medicine cabinet?

Yes, I have. It has been a long time since I have done that, though. It used to happen when I was a young(and slightly wild) thing and at house parties go into the bathroom if I felt too drunk, to chill out a little by myself. While I was in there, in my loopy state, I sometimes looked inside the cabinet. I remember feeling impressed when I discovered things like expensive creams and cosmetics inside, like from Lancome, because I was a cheapie drugstore product gal(still am).

Who do you think you are?

A slightly befuddled (still trying to figure life out every day even at this age), snooping, blogging person who at least once learned how to tie her shoes.

(that question immediately made me think of the old Jean Knight song, "Mr. Big Stuff".

Mr. Big Stuff

Who do you think you are?

Mr. Big Stuff

You're never gonna get my love...