Our first full day back home and everywhere I look is something that needs attention. I need to tighten the legs on the dining room table, call our plumber to fix or replace the slow-running kitchen faucet, clear winter's debris from the yard, etc. Each room I enter presents me with a neglected chore. So many that I must make a list in order to keep track.
A list ... aye there's the rub. Carol has tried patiently these many years to promote list-making, her favorite ploy - "It will feel so good to cross things out as they're completed." I've tried, I really have. I make a list of things that need doing - or I start out doing that at least - then somehow it morphs into things I'd really like to do: around the house, in the yard, to the cars, finally becoming so long that I can't find a convenient place to hang it. Instead I shove it in a drawer. I'll bet you can guess the rest.
Tomorrow I'll start a new list.
A list ... aye there's the rub. Carol has tried patiently these many years to promote list-making, her favorite ploy - "It will feel so good to cross things out as they're completed." I've tried, I really have. I make a list of things that need doing - or I start out doing that at least - then somehow it morphs into things I'd really like to do: around the house, in the yard, to the cars, finally becoming so long that I can't find a convenient place to hang it. Instead I shove it in a drawer. I'll bet you can guess the rest.
Tomorrow I'll start a new list.
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