Suburban Kvetch

Been there done that

In fourth grade I was on a class trip to Pennsbury Manor.  My memory is clear.  We were walking around a big room and on one side there was a smaller room set off from the main space.  I looked into this room and had my first feeling of deja vu, although at age nine, I didn’t know what it was.  I just knew I’d been there before.  I got a cold rush of familiarity that jarred me.  I have not forgotten that in 36 years.

Therefore, one would think, that keen powers of recall of things that happened, and even what might have happened, would prevail as life continued.   Or one would hope.

On Saturday night I hunkered down to work on a project that is on a deadline.  I often review and revise my work several times, so on opening the Word Doc it did not surprise me to see my own marks and comments.  I continued my work all the time the changes were minimal.  I’m gooood, I thought.   After about two hours of this - with intermittent Facebook breaks (it was Saturday night), I decided to check another set of notes on the same project.

Been there done that.

I’d already finished these pages.   I was doing work I’d already completed and sent off to my editor.

So this Sunday morning, coffee in hand, I’m ready to do work I haven’t done before.

But not without double-checking a couple dozen times.