Modern Sisyphus

or Life with ADHD

I needed my notebook to make some notes for work. I knew it was in my backpack, but I couldn’t find it. I made a full sweep of the house. Not in the kitchen or the upstairs bathroom. I looked all over the living room with no luck, so I checked the car to no avail. Went downstairs to my room, but it wasn’t in the chair there.

Lately Cheetah and I have been collaborating on some sewing and designing work, so I went into the sewing room to check for the backpack. This skirt we have been working on has the weirdest pleat process I have ever seen. I’m a firstborn, though, and I believe in following directions. If a person takes the time to design and plan a project with this much precision, it’s worth paying attention to the instructions.

So I walked into the sewing room and saw this stack of ten panels of a skirt cut out, each with its own pleat. I started goading myself: “Just do it Lilly. Just sew up the seams the way they say to, and if it turns out to be nonsense, leave a bad review.” This is why we do this with muslin. It looks so terrible and is so cheap that you make no effort to maximize fabric.

I grabbed the ten panels and started seaming them together.

Just as I hit my rhythm, I heard a knock at the door. On the step I found a door-to-door bug guy who found enough widows that I wanted to die a little bit. We found two western widows, a brown widow, and many more webs. He’s coming back Monday to [burn the house down] [poison all life in a 1/2 mile radius] thoroughly spray and treat my yard and house. We had a great conversation, and he asked me for a book recommendation. Once he left, I turned to my desk.

Flopping down, I pulled up what I’d left off with, and I realized I needed to make some notes. I reached over to where my notebook should be and found emptiness. I need to find my notebook now.