Sometimes my stupidity is truly dazzling. It is only overshadowed by my acute skills at procrastination. For the last six months or so I have been promising Rosie I’d make her a compilation CD of groovy tunes in thanks for the one she made me. Every few months I’d send her an e mail or a comment on her blog apologising for the delay, assuring her I really hadn’t forgotten. It had been so long since my initial promise that I had gone way past the embarrassment barrier, continued through uncomfortable silence and finally rested precariously in my familiar state of denial.
On Friday, in a tsunami of productivity I finally got it done. No one was more shocked than myself! I chose the song list, burned the CD, made a little cover card for the CD box on coloured paper, fished out her address from an old e mail and queued up in the post office on my lunch break to send it off along with one last apology for my extreme tardiness. I was so relieved and delighted with myself that I sent her an excited e mail announcing that the job was done at last.
I was ridiculously pleased with myself for the rest of the afternoon. It was as if a burden had been lifted from my lazy shoulders. Later on, this new found efficiency encouraged me to tidy up my work desk so I wouldn’t have to deal with too much mess on Monday morning. I made little neat To-Do piles and a separate pile for my filing. I gathered all the loose pens and paper clips and put them in a drawer. I didn’t stop until mine was the neatest desk in the building. Proud of my handiwork I scanned the area one last time before I left for the evening and what did I spy lying boldly on top of one pile of papers but Rosie’s CD.
Which makes me now wonder what I actually did send. The best case scenario is simply an empty CD case. The worst being a disc of a work presentation masquerading as a music CD. Either way I earned yet another feather in my cap of idiocy and yet another apology to her good self.
Conortje 
