Finding My Car šŸš—

I’m always at the local mall
I can walk, it’s not that far
Although – to be quite honest
I often take the car.
Because of that annoying
Autopilot brain of mine*
Forgetting where I have parked
Happens all the time!
So I’ve devised a system
It’s kind of a little game…
(While I find it amusing
My kids just think it’s lame).
I take the letter of the Level
And the number of the Row
Then I turn it into a word
That I’ll recall, you know.
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Ā 
Ā 
Ā 
Ā 
Ā 
Ā 
Ā 
Ā 
Ā 
Ā 
Ā 
Ā 
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Ā 
If park on Level F
Somewhere in Row 1
Perhaps my retail outing
Will be lots of fun.
But if I’m on Level C
In Row number 4
When I get home, I may need
To exercise my core.
My odd little system makes
Finding the car a breeze
Now I need a simple way
To find my flamin’ keys!
I had another verse in mind
About a D6 parking spot…
But my hubby shook his head
ā€œPerhaps you’d better notā€.

 

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Ā * see

Declutter – Junk Mail

Now that the New Year has hit
You may have heard me mutter
ā€œJust look around at all this stuff
It’s time (again) to declutterā€.
Good stuff goes to the op shop
Broken stuff into the bin
And, perhaps, I should cut down
On the stuff that’s coming in…
That paper pile on the bench?
It grows without a thought
Till I can’t stand it any more
And through it, I must sort.
I bought this sign months ago
It’ll go out front, one day
My family don’t believe me
ā€œThat’s what you always sayā€.
Catalogues in the mailbox
Surely I can do without…?
But, you see, sometimes
I just don’t want to miss out!
Can’t resist a bargain šŸ¾šŸ˜€