Now that I’m 50 (ok almost 51), I can’t multi-task anymore.
Working on a book and making cookies especially do NOT go together.
It goes like this.
Put cookies in oven. Sit down and find “train of thought”. Oven timer rings. Repeat for 3 or 4 batches.
Some cookies are a little dark, some are raw, and the train of thought has completely left the station, so I started writing this instead.
I had a different sort of multi-taking situation this morning. I was working earlier (yes it does happen). I was on the phone with our payroll company when Rollo called me outside.
ME: Sorry I have have a snake situation.
PAYROLL LADY: That’s alright your perfectly welcome.
PAYROLL LADY (who obviously can’t multi-task either): Excuse me, did you say you have a snake situation?
ME: Yes. Are we finished?
PAYROLL LADY(voice going up about an octave): OMG! Be careful!
She obviously doesn’t know me. Be careful? Duh. You need two hands to catch a snake, lady. I gotta go.
ME: No it’s fine. I’m pretty sure it’s not poisonous.
PAYROLL LADY: Ok. Do you have a pencil? Would you like to take down your case number?
ME: Um. No. I have one hand on the phone and one on a snake. Thanks for your help and goodbye.
Snake examined, identified, photographed and returned to the garden.
Last batch of cookies burnt black while I was sharing this!