I have no forethought. Well, I have little forethought.
Before I met my wife I had no forethought. My idea of looking to the future was, “I wonder what’s happening this weekend…”
Now I can formulate plans and thoughts about such things as vacation…when I’m 30. (That’s about 14 months away, and yes that is a loooong time into the future for me to think!) I’m surprised that I can even phyically do it, six or seven years ago trying this could have resulted in my head literally
My thoughts on dinner were to wait until I was hungry and then meander into my little kitchen (at my apartment on Homestead in Albany) and rummage through my cabinets to see what I had.
Now I would still be that way except my wife is routinely peppering me with questions like, “So what do you want for dinner tomorrow?” Tomorrow?! I don’t even know what we’re having for dinner tonight! Only for her to inform me that, yes, I do indeed know what we are having for dinner tonight because we discussed it two days prior. Apparently my skills in the selective memory department are quite impressive.
We recently took down wallpaper and repainted our foyer and up the stairs to the second floor. Have you ever taken down wallpaper? It’s a delightfully hellish experience. I despised the fact that we were even embarking on this project, as I had no knowledge that this was going to be happening.
It’s ok, I’m a married man, I am usually wrong…even when I’m right, except this time I really was wrong. I think. (Got that?)
She apparently discussed this with me and we worked out how we were going to do it and everything. How much of this do I remember? Not a damn thing. I must have a remote like the one Adam Sandler’s character had in the movie Click. I must fast forward through all her (future) plans.
I previously have imposed an at least 3 week moratorium between projects. I guess that just gives me more time to ‘forget’ what’s going on.
I know what you’re thinking, “So what’s for dinner tonight?”
I haven’t the slightest.