Avocado

My “to do” lists have grown longer. Not because I have more to do but because actions like taking a shower, eating, and breathing can no longer be assumed and must be written down if I am going to remember them. I have posted a daily Blog for over four years but now my checklist always includes a reminder to write one. Otherwise, I will blissfully play spider solitaire into the night and receive a call in the morning from my oldest son asking why no Blog appeared. He is always so ready to initiate probate proceedings. I am reduced to writing myself notes to hide avocados going bad before my wife throws them out. I now realize I need to follow up with a note describing where I put them and instructions to eat them within the month before they turn into rocks. And I need to write my notes in code so my wife does not snoop and foil my plans, e.g., “file article on avocados in lower left drawer of desk.” She recently found a calcified and shrunken avocado on the cabinet shelf where unused utensils live. She asked, “What is this?” I explain that it was part of a science project Sebastian was working on but can now be thrown out. But she has such a pesky inquiring mind that she persists: “But what is it?” I finally identify the avocado so she will not interrogate Sebastian. Then I had to write a note to warn Sebi to just act confused if Gami starts babbling about an avocado science project. He is a quick study and immediately began acting confused.