An Apple Fritter on My Mind (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jul 03 2022	Views/Reads: 552/332	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I don’t have to do everything, just a few things that I can handle for the glory of God.

The last few weeks have been rather hectic, and I've struggled to keep
up with everything. If it weren't for The Gracious Mistress of the 
Parsonage, I probably would not have gotten where I am today. 

I don't know anybody who can plan out a day, week, or month better than
her. She has everything planned down to the smallest detail. 

On the other hand, I am not very good when it comes to these detailed
plannings. I'm the kind of in-the-you-moment person. Therefore, I 
really get things screwed up as far as scheduling. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage can think of a dozen things at
the same time. I can only think of one thing at a time. This gets me 
into trouble because sometimes, what I'm thinking about isn't what I 
should be doing at that time. 

I think what it's called is multitasking. This is something that I
cannot do even though I have tried for a long time. I can only keep one 
task and focus at a time. Usually, it's the wrong task I'm thinking of 
at that particular time. 

Women are famous for multitasking. The Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage is certainly the Queen of multitasking. No matter how much 
she has in her hand, she always has room for one more task. 

I've never been able to do that, and I don't have a good reason.
Usually, at the end of the week, I go over my list of tasks and 
discover several things I forgot about. That usually is the very 
frustrating part of my week. I started out with good intentions, but 
then something else came into view, and I forgot what I was supposed to 
do. 

It is quite frustrating because Monday morning, my wife will make out
her list of tasks for the week several pages of them. On Friday 
afternoon, she celebrates the fact that everything on her list is 
checked off and has been duly completed. 

How she does it is above my pay grade. I'm glad she can do it, and I'm
jealous of that talent. 

The other week I had a pile of tasks that needed done. Every one of them
was necessary to complete. I hate it when something has a due date 
attached to it, but all were crucial in fulfilling. 

I started Monday quite cheerful about my list of tasks. Friday
afternoon, I was frustrated because not one of those tasks had been 
fulfilled. I don't know what happened, but I do know that nothing 
happened. 

I just felt jittery all day long. Since my heart attack last year, The
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage convinced me to drawback on my Apple 
Fritters. There was a time in my life when I had an Apple fritter a day 
and sometimes more than that. 

Looking over my list of unfulfilled tasks, I could only think about an
Apple Fritter at the time. Nothing would really calm down my nerves but 
one of those Apple Fritters. Through the years, I have tried to 
convince my wife that an Apple Fritter is a fruit. I can't convince her 
even though I have tried every con I know. 

It's been a long time since I was this jittery about my schedule. I knew
the only thing that would calm me down a little was sneaking out of the 
house and getting an Apple Fritter. The more I thought about it, the 
more I thought about it. 

I looked at my list of tasks for the week and put at the bottom of it
the letters “A F”. I knew what it meant, and I was hoping the other 
person in our residence did not know what it meant. 

I laid my list on the table, not thinking too much about it, and then my
wife picked it up. She looked at it, then looked at me and asked what 
“A F” meant? 

At first, I didn't know what she was talking about, and then it dawned
on me that I had put those letters on my task list. I did not know how 


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