If Only I Would Take Notes (standard:humor, 910 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 27 2022	Views/Reads: 634/401	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My big failure is when I try to lean on my own understanding instead of trusting God. My trust in God will raise me above human understanding, which puts me on the right track. Also, my trust keeps me going in the right path.

As a writer, I always have a small notebook in my shirt pocket to take
notes when I have an idea. I don't have too many ideas, so I want to 
write down any I get so I don't forget them. That has helped me out on 
many occasions. 

There is one exception. When The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
talks to me, I fail to take notes about that conversation. You would 
think after being married as long as I have, I would know better. 

I never think of it until she asks, “Do you remember what I told you
this morning?” That always catches me off my guard, which I think she 
just may be doing this on purpose. 

Usually, she says this after lunch, and I have no recollection of any
morning conversations. But, because I don't remember, I get in deep 
trouble. 

My confusion along this line is simple, is she saying this because it's
true or because she knows I don't remember things? I believe that at 
this stage in our marriage, she has a good idea of what I can remember. 
Sorry to say, I don't. 

Then I come in and have to face, “Do you remember what I told you this
morning?” 

Once, trying to get a step ahead, I said, “Yes, I do remember, and I'll
get to it tomorrow.” Thinking this will solve a problem, I smile and go 
about my business. But, boy, was I wrong. 

I can never outmaneuver The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. When I
said that, she replied, “Great, what are you going to do tomorrow?” 

I knew I was backed into a corner and responded as cheerfully as
possible, “I'm going to do tomorrow what you told me to do this 
morning.” 

I didn't get off on that one. I didn't think I would, but you never know
until you try. 

At my age, I'm not quite sure how the game is being played. I cannot
tell if what she was telling me now is what she said to me in the 
morning. I think she plays me along this line, because if I forget 
something, then it's all on me. 

I try to tell The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage that, at my age,
I'm too poor to pay attention. I tell her when I save up enough money, 
I will spend it on paying attention. 

She never buys that. She looks at me, both hands on her hips, and says,
“What have I told you about saying that?” 

If only I could remember, I could beat her at this game. I'm unsure if
I'm forgetting or if it never actually happened. I have no viable 
proof. 

One day I tried it out for myself to see if I could trick her. She came
into my office, and I said, “Remember what I told you this morning?” 

“Yes, I do,” she said with a smirk, “here are the batteries you asked me
to get at the store.” 

All I could do was say, “Thank you, my dear.” I have no recollection of
ever asking her to pick up any batteries for me at the store. If I did, 
I sure don't remember. 

I have to give her credit on this one, she got me. 

Turnaround is fair play, or so I thought, I came up with another idea. 

The next time she said, “Remember what I told you this morning?” I
looked at her and said, “Yes, my dear, and here are the donuts you 
asked me to get you this morning.” I then handed her a box of doughnuts 
from the bakery. 

She replied, “If you remember, I said, don't go nuts today.” 


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