Sudoku

This morning I screwed up the Sudoku again. That scares me. I’m used to feeling like I know what I’m doing, but every now and then, some little incident catches me up.

·         Like pulling out of my driveway and hesitating for a moment, not knowing which way to turn because I can’t remember where I was going.

·         Like writing a check to my own garden design company when paying for purchases at a local wholesale nursery. Surprisingly the nursery cashed the check and it went through just fine.

·         Like being convinced that the checkout guy at the supermarket made a mistake in ringing up chicken breasts when I had purchased only chicken legs. The store manager was nice about it when I phoned in later to say I figured out that 3279 NAT GDNSS CHICK BR stood for chicken broth, not chicken breasts, and even said I could forget about returning the refund.

·         Like signing up my son and my mother for Christmastime flights to Indianapolis on Expedia, in two separate transactions, and in both cases indicating they would stay until January 28 rather than December 28. That one was really scary! And costly. I ended up driving my mom home to Cleveland to avoid paying the huge airline penalty for altering the return date.

I wonder what brain fart or stupid mistake is coming next. Meanwhile, every day that I complete my Sudoku without error, I reassure myself of my competence.