Generally, I’m pretty organized, I have to say.

However, being organized does not mean that everything runs smoothly all the time. 

Life is just not like that.

Take yesterday, for instance.  I dropped my wife off at her workplace and went about my morning business. 

Later on in the day, while at home, I did all the chores I needed to do (yes, I don’t leave it all to Shelley) and while in the kitchen I put a pot of fresh rhubarb on the cooker in preparation for dinner time. 

Then the phone went in the lounge.

After dealing with that call, which was to do with my car repairs, I phoned my son.  I had wanted to speak to him at some point during the day anyway, coincidentally, about a car purchase he was supposed to be doing with his girlfriend. 

The thought process led naturally from one call to doing the other.

I spoke with him for a few minutes.  

As I did so, I got a whiff of a peculair smell.  It was only slight but somewhat pungent.  A passing thought, “I wonder what that smell is?”. 

Then I went on with the conversation until the same thought came back a few moments later…

I hung up and raced to the kitchen.  But I was too late.  Bugger!  I turned the cooker off, moved the pan off the hot ring and then opened the kitchen door to let some fresh air in.

Don’t know if you’ve ever seen, or smelt, the result of burnt rhubarb?  I have to say it’s not pretty.

So, then I set about cleaning up the mess.   

Do you know what’s nice, though, about incidents like that?

They are timely reminders that, although we may aim to do our best and with the right intentions, we are just human.  We can be forgetful.  Accidents can happen. 

But you don’t have to make more of them than necessary.