Lists of Things to Do

This had to be the LONGEST week on record -- and the funny thing is, I have little to show for it.  You know how there is always SOMETHING to do -- that list of what needs to be done, what you'd like to get done.  Now some folks, you know who you are, do not work well with lists -- too much pressure to get everything done before you go to bed. I've perfected the technique.

I think creating the right list is a bit of a skill -- not really a talent, though.  The talent comes in being able to look at the list and realize that you will never get everything done on the list.  The list needs to constantly be evolving.  Now, that can be very overwhelming to some, but for those of us who fritter away hours playing goofy puzzle games on the computer (which is way cheaper than shopping or drinking, by the way), the list must be viewed as a compass, or perhaps like in the car wash when the little track moves along under your tires and occasionally there is a bar that pushes your car through the tunnel of water towards its final destination.  

My mother has often said that, if you give a job to a busy person, you know it will get done.  That is SO true -- it seems the less time you have to complete a task, the more likely you will get it done, along with all the other things that have to be worked on.  Evidence -- this week with Gregg being gone all week, few commitments beyond work, and little has changed in the appearance of the house -- Oh, I did make the bed this morning because Gregg comes home about noon :).

However, since I just took the ever-so-scientific Facebook quiz to determine my true age, and the results were AWESOME, I'm crediting that to a healthy balance in my life.  More food than I require/less exercise than I should partake in, good job that challenges me/almost complete control of my work schedule, a husband and family whom I love with all my heart/their confidence, independence and jobs that allows them to leave upon occasion so we're not together all the time, a great source of friends and acquaintances/my love of quiet and solitude.

And so, my list has been buried under the papers on the kitchen table for the week.  The laundry is getting washed, the groceries will be purchased, and the paperwork and photos will be the weekend project (thanks to Mother Nature's gentle reminder that it is still March in Chicago).  But no one's life depends on getting these done by noon today.   But if I didn't have the written and mental lists going, I'd most certainly be playing Puzzle Express (which I now need to purchase because my free trial has expired -- bummer.)  

All that will happen today, but not until after I get my haircut at the new salon that I'm trying out simply because the name sounds cool -- Urban Trend Hair Design.  I may be setting myself up for disappointment, but hair grows back.

By the way,  Real Age: 54.  True Age:  37.  Now how can you POSSIBLY have a bad day after that discovery?!