I had one of those days recently. It was a mid-December
morn. Practically everyone was smack in the middle of wrapping and decking for
the holidays. With tasks piled way high waiting to be executed, each had one
thing in common: a timely resolution - minus the wear and tear on dear old me.
Oh, I mean young me.
I was well aware that the highways, (yes, we have
highways on this archipelago) like the stores, were jammed packed. Considering
that most of my chores embraced driving, I needed an efficient course of
navigation. Hence, I jotted down a To-Do List – not an uncommon task for
Nassauvians. This "rock" might be an island only 21 miles long and 7
miles wide, but when it comes to traffic and bottle-necking, Nassau
Therefore, I had my list, along with the planned
stops, but ahead of all that, I had the dogs to walk; breakfast, newspaper,
Sudoku, and treadmill time; followed by a few hours of computer/internet work. (Thankfully, it wasn't housecleaning day.)
After a warm shower, I
methodically planned to drive to the nearest and first location on the list. Of
course, in my perfect world, everything would be completed prior to 3PM. This
is when the halls of education rang open and avid readers, writers and
future leaders were collected, carefree and unaware of the congestion they
added to the already overcrowded streets.
My organized plan was strategic and almost came to
fruition, until the “current done gone.” Quick as a seagull diving for a fish, my purposeful aura of pending fulfillment exited
and Ms. Frustration boldly sauntered in; so much for plans.
