When We’re “Just Not With the Program”

Dear Reader:

Have you ever gotten in a “funk” when you are just “not with the program?” I remember telling my own students (who were day dreaming or writing notes during class) to “get with the program.” (follow the procedures)… Yet now it is me struggling to do just that…I suppose I could blame it on the new cancer prescriptions…it has become the target for all my other complaints…so just add this one to the list. Honestly, however, I think it is just me…who is now doing the day dreaming…

I feel myself just kind of drifting off for no reason…until a noise, the phone, a loud commercial on television, a knock on the door startles me out of my reverie. I am definitely not “in the moment”…and I couldn’t tell you exactly where I was…even if I were being interrogated by the police…I am just out there somewhere thinking about something… and nothing.

I have certainly been berating and admonishing myself for my lack of “togetherness” lately… but all for naught.

I just finished a wonderful little summer read called “The Tour” by Jean Grainger that takes place in Ireland. It was touching and hilarious at the same time…about a group of tourists in a small private coach seeing the sights of Ireland together and learning about each other along the way.

The main character-the tour guide Conor O’Shea- is quite memorable…especially because of his own self-deprecating Irish humor. He continuously calls  himself an “eegit” numerous times throughout the story for forgetting to do certain things on time.

This is a term one finds used most frequently in Ireland, Scotland, and Australia….like most words it can be a hurtful connotation if directed at one from strangers… but normally in these countries it is used as an affectionate term among friends. It means “idiot” (in the kindest way possible) 🙂

Personally I like the word….so let me give you some examples of my “eegit” behavior the past few days. If you look back up at the title photo you see three orange impatiens that I planted when I bought the bench a few weeks back.

If you look carefully…there seems to be a blank spot between the first plant and the other two….there is a reason for that…there should be four impatiens. A couple of nights ago…as darkness was descending rapidly I decided to get up off my “arse” and go water the impatiens….in spite of hungry mosquitoes waiting in attack mode.

I filled up two empty gallon milk cartons and headed outside…I counted the plants as I watered them…one, two, three, four. But then as I glanced back I could see a tall weed  beside the second one….so in my hurry to get back in…I quickly pulled it and dropped it behind some other bushes.

I was in Mt. Pleasant the next day and gone the next…so yesterday I went back out to water and there was the empty space. “Darn squirrels” I muttered to myself (I definitely “watered” that  “darn”response down)  shaking my head in frustration…it wasn’t until last evening that I realized I had pulled the impatiens up along with the weed. “Eegit!”

Besides pulling flowers and plants instead of weeds, I have driven past post offices, restaurants, deli’s, stores, dry cleaners, friends’ homes…you name it…I have “over shot” them or made the turn practically on two wheels at the last moment as imminent thoughts fill me … “Where am I going? I can’t believe I almost forgot the turn! Duh…EEGIT!”

I always pause and look around …as if I think some special patrol officer for “eegits” is monitoring my embarrassment with some kind of secret radar.

I know this excuse probably sounds like a “cop out” but maybe our human feeble brains just aren’t supposed to always run on high beam…maybe we need a vacation or a tour too. Just maybe not “getting with the program” is exactly what we need to do to remind ourselves that we are only human and as such prone to error and “eegitism.” 🙂  *(my newly created word)

So until tomorrow…“There is nothing in nature that blooms all the time…so don’t expect yourself to do so either.” (There is a reason for dormancy)

“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh


***I am beyond excited! The doorbell just rang and it was “Amazon” calling! I had ordered the second book in the Conor O’Shay” series actually Sunday afternoon and the book arrived last evening…one day…amazing amazon!


  • If anybody else has recently experienced an “eegit” moment I would appreciate your story…”eegitism” loves company! 🙂


Garden beauties…






About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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5 Responses to When We’re “Just Not With the Program”

  1. bcparkison says:

    Don’t we all have them. I hope you and I aren’t the only ones. lol

  2. Gin-g Edwards says:

    Your trusted friend is here to save the day. I recently pulled up what I thought were weeds only to discover they were a beautiful ground cover… and last night pulling weeds I sat on the grass once to be bitten by either a 🐝 or a spider 🕷…It hurt like hang on my inner thigh and I went running in the house taking off clothes as fast as I could…I will never sit on the grass again. Fred doctored me with vinegar…baking soda …2 Benadryl tablets (think he was just trying to put me out)…it is better and I didn’t go to Glory last night but it still hurts…so you are not the only idiot…love you

    • Becky Dingle says:

      Wow Gin-g! At least your “eegit” was an insect or spider…not yourself so that must be comforting…but the bite not so much…ouch! Glad Doc Fred was there to provide assistance to the drama…and as far as the ground cover…weeds are starting to grow on me…they are green and cover the bald spots in the yard. -let’s hear it for the weeds who are not so picky about surviving.

  3. Lynn Gamache says:

    Yes, can readily identify with your blog today. One of my more recent little mysterious episodes relates to serving coffee to our guests. Seems most who visit our home are coffee drinkers where as my husband drinks none and I drink only socially and when it might be made for me. But every now and then a recipe might call for a bit of coffee, so I have my small jar of Maxwell House there alongside my other ground coffees, right on the left hand side on the top shelf of my cupboard up above our coffee maker.
    So must confess here that as I grow older (72 now and celebrating 50 yrs. married here this summer, June 21st, but the big family reunion and party happens this coming weekend). Yes, as I age I find myself no longer able to multi-task. In other words, it is now very difficult for me to work in my kitchen and chat with guests at the table at the same time. But it still happens that I try to do this!
    AND then I can get myself into hot water! This happened a couple of times last summer when we had company and I’m serving coffee to them as per usual. But when some time later I went to clean out the coffee machine and dump the grounds from the brewed coffee–there were no coffee grounds to dump! But the filter was stained and I had indeed served coffee!! Being busy at the time I didn’t ponder this mystery for too long, but carried on with tending to our friends. However, when this same thing happened again a few weeks later I did decide to just ponder this problem and figure out how I could serve coffee but find no grounds left behind? (Can you guess what must have happened? Have you ever before heard of someone using instant coffee in their perking machine? This is all that I can figure out happened….I’m talking….reach up for the coffee….grab the jar of instant and ladle this into the filter!!!) Then carry on, and who ever knew the difference? If they did, I was never notified!! Maybe I don’t even need to buy ground coffee anymore?!)

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