I got to thinking about this Thursday as I scrambled around trying to get everything done before I had to leave for my citizens’ police academy. Sometimes I wonder if my life will ever slow down. I can think of several things it would be nice to do if I wasn’t always on the go.
Thursday I was trying to set up the printer replacement I received a month ago. That still isn’t done, by the way. I think I need to change the black ink cartridge and try again. There’s plenty of black ink in the cartridge but it seems to have the same problem as the printer I sent back. I was trying to catch up on bank statements at the same time because I got tired of waiting for things to load for the new printer. Naturally, all the menu items for set up are in a different place too. I don’t have the time to spare for all this stuff right now, even if it does need doing.
I finally gave up on that and the bank statements and got ready to leave for class. As I ate a quick microwave cup of soup for dinner I texted with my sister to catch up on her news.
Then a sergeant from the police department called me to set up a time for my ride-along. Yeah. I can’t wait. He told me I could do it on a Friday or Saturday evening as those days were the busiest ones. I had written a note on my request form that I wanted action. Now I have to work that out with work. I don’t imagine they’ll let me take notes and I bet it’ll be too dark anyway, so I hope I can muster up a photographic memory to take everything in.
As soon as I walked into class, a fellow citizen in the class asked me to help him with his book. Good grief! I have no extra time for that and don’t really want to get involved in his survival book. It sounds like he’s not computer literate, so he had someone type a handwritten manuscript he wrote ten years ago. Now he tells me he has that on a flash drive but it needs editing and formatting and pictures inserted that he hasn’t even taken yet. Yikes! What? I gave him the address of a website that could help him. I hope I encouraged him to go that route, although I doubt it. When this academy first started we had to introduce ourselves and tell the reason we wanted to take the class. I guess I’ll never know when to keep my mouth shut. He says he’ll pay me, but I didn’t even go there. Something tells me I haven’t heard the last about this.
I still have to gather all my stuff for taxes too. Don’t you ever wish you just had a day to do nothing at all? That thought has crossed my mind a few times lately. Why can’t I just sit with my cats in a sunny window and read a book half the day?