No actual story today. I’ve been spending the morning deleting several lists from my stack of lists.
I’m not making any lists other than directions to get me from lost to found, and list for the grocer- or the grocer personnel who always think I need assistance in the grocery store and come to my aid.
(Really I have difficulty in the grocery store because I think about what I want to cook, and the ingredients and my trips to the grocery; at times, have been hours long) I do need help. A trip to the grocer is a whole other story.
Back to the list dilemma. Lists are dismal to me. They are reminders of days gone by, or tasks not completed, and a total chore if you ask me. I may be waffling a.k.a .procrastinating and a list is equal to what I won’t accomplish.
People who are devoted to list, find list writing a luscious task that makes them jump to joy to find their favorite writing pen and lined paper to proceed to make “the list” official. While handy, I am not that person. I am more of a live in the moment and if I forgot it- it was meant to be forgotten. My lack of composure or direction drives some people I know CRAZY to the point that they vocalize it on a daily basis. I am not apparently affected by their agitation, or I would put at least a little effort in my list making for their benefit only. List making is laborious and I am refusing to do it.
So you will not see on this blog:
Calendar of events
My check ledger
Top ten anything
Oh crap! I just made a list.