I often accuse one of my good friends of having a short attention span, and of being easily distracted. Just as we begin one project, something will catch his attention and we find ourselves doing something wholly unrelated to our first task. Getting back on track can sometimes take a while.
And then, I began to look at my own attention to matters at hand and I realized that it might be me that suffers from attention deficit, not he.
We've been working on our Spring Visitors' Guide that comes out in next week's paper. At the same time, we have to keep all the incoming news stories for the current paper moving through the system. And, there are the various "extra" stories that come our way that we try to slip in.
I have two stories that I've been trying to finish up and give to the readers for a couple of weeks now. One is about a local fellow that took a motorcycle tour through part of Australia and found time to stop in Texas, Queensland, along the way. I had emailed some of the folks in Australia for photos, which just came in on Monday, so I've not had time to finish up with that piece for this week and hope to slip it in next week's issue.
The second is about Mildred "Mimi" Eckert Corder, one of the members of the World War II WASPs that were recently recognized with the Congressional Medal of Honor for her service to the country. These wonderfully brave and dedicated women gave of their time, and their lives, and were never adequately given the honor they were deserving... until now. That also will have to wait until next week so that I can finish up the article and get all the photos done.
So what was I doing instead of finishing those stories?
Saturday is a good example of how I can't seem to stay "on point." I made it into the office early and checked the weather for the National Weather Service records. Then I got a pot of coffee going.
I checked email to see what had come in overnight, answered the ones that required immediate attention and started figuring out if any of them applied to any other projects I was working on.
I got back with Shane Dyson about information on some tables for the Habitat Spring Benefit in May, and realized I hadn't gotten enough information from Sherrie Patrick to know what questions to ask Shane.
Sean called and they were on their way to pick me up for the baseball game in Menard. I walked Dozer very quickly so that he could stay in the office for a while and Sean, Ken and Aaron arrived just as I was coming back in the door.
We ran to Menard where Aaron's team handily defeated the Menard boys, stopped at Ojeda's for lunch, then back to Mason.
I grabbed my camera to drop by Texas Topaz Day to get some photos for the other feature I'm working on for the Spring Guide about Mason County's favorite gemstone, then back to the office to let Dozer out once more.
I ran home, dropped Dozer off, changed clothes and made it back to town in time to be at the Ft. Mason Golf Association fundraiser up at the Community Building. I was going to try to make it over to the rodeo arena in time to watch the first round of mutton busting; but, got distracted when I found Sherrie Patrick and started talking to her about the tables for Habitat.
I finally was able to slip over to the arena for a short while to catch some of the ranch rodeo action before catching a ride back to the Community Building where I had left my car.
Then, a quick drop-in at the home of Chris and Emily Hicks where Chris proved he can cook as well as he golfs, and then, finally, home by 9:15.
I suddenly remembered I needed to go over my lines for the Maundy Thursday production of the "Living Last Supper" at First United Methodist this week, and I fell asleep with the script still on the bed and the television still playing a movie.
I'm pretty sure I forgot to do something; but, I'll figure out what that was later.
It’s all just my opinion.