Tuesday, April 06, 2010

TO DO



I woke up last night during a wonderful thunder storm thinking about projects that I want to do.
I laid in bed watching the walls of my bedroom light up from the lightening flashes, then I mentally counted until I hear the rumble of the thunder. The smell of the rain and earth came through the open window. Louis, the cat, curled up next to me didn't even seem to be bothered by the storm. Murphy pressed against John's back didn't seem bothered by it either.
Sophie, our old dog, now deceased, was terrified of storms. In fact, she could predict one approaching hours before it came. I would find her crouching, in some corner, her head pressed against the wall, trying to will herself right into the wall. Then she would shake. There wasn't much we could do for her. She wanted no comfort from us just END THE BLASTED STORM, please.


So, I was lying there, in bed, thinking about things when I realized that I was going to have to revert back to some old patterns of behavior. I was going to have to start making LISTS again.

The dreaded LIST........... When the kids were growing up it seemed to rule my life. It was the only way I could manage my time, get done what needed to get done and keep my sanity.
When I went to Zimbabwe for 10 days, back when the kids where in school, I posted a list of activities, things that needed to be done, times and places to be and what meals were to be eaten. Ok, so there wasn't one list but 10, taped to the cabinet doors, in the kitchen.
My calender sported five different colors of magic markers. One for each of us.
My day planner was re-created to fit my needs which involved breaking down the main portion of the day into 15 minute segments. That's how much time I had to block out for driving to and fro.

Once the last child was out of the house I dumped the day planner system. I threw the watch in the back of the drawer, although for a while I missed seeing Mickey's hands tell me the time.
I threw caution to the wind and took the colored markers into the studio to use for art instead of labeling.

For a number of years I was a free spirit. See, here I am seeing a vision, of a ballerina dancing through a field of sunflowers, when the reality is more along the lines of the hippo ballerina in Fantasia.

I accepted my limited mobility, I mourned the loss of some activities and developed new ones.
Then I got my knees replaced and found I could ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM again.
And, this brings me back to my point..........I need to start making lists and planning out my day better so that I can get to all these things I want to do.

Times a wasting................I need to go create.....................how about you? :)Bea

7 comments:

  1. Oh, lets talk about thunderstorms. I love Thunderstorms! We don't seem to get as many in Maine as we did in Indiana. Perhaps it is the trees and the mountains in Maine that just keep the storms from appearing as big. My favorite thunderstorm was while sleeping in a tent in Capital Reef Utah. That was a fabulous thunderstorm. My second favorite was while driving through Oklahoma. We got to watch the lightening bounce from cloud to cloud for hours before the storm hit where we were.

    Okay, now I will go and read the point you were making with your posting after you talked about the storm. LOL

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  2. I love a good storm...but I suppose you need to our here, where we can get some pretty terrific ones. Poor puppy though....I hate that she's so scared!

    I've been thinking I need a planner too. I need a list to help me keep on task, remember what it is I need to do, before I fritter all my time away ;)

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  3. I have a doggy who is scared to death of storms and begins fretting long before we sense them, too. My male dog couldn't care less and the puppy isn't sure which of the two older dogs is right about the storm. I hope she follows the male! I have a healthy respect for the lightening, but I love to watch it. Hard to do with a shaking slobbering Puggle trying to sit on your shoulders, though!

    I am a dyed in the wool list maker. I always have been. Difference is that now it is more of guideline whereas when the kids were young, my list was my religion even I think to the point of being unhealthy. I have since learned that if I don't get something on my list done today, I can just add it to tomorrow's list!

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  4. Honestly, I used to get a kick out of crossing off things, off the list. Now, it's just a bore. I'll make the list more so I don't forget the cool things I want to do but I'm not making a TO DO list of chores I have to do. BAHGH :)Bea

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  5. I find thunder storms very exciting. I love to watch them at night especially, although we don't get many here.

    Lists - oh I love them! Jim and I often say 'it's time to make a list'. We never finish it before we make a new one! I then get cross about all the things I've done that aren't on the list. 'But I did so and so'! Ah well, I think it's an inbred thing.

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  6. I love making lists - when I traveled a lot, I made lists of what needed to be packed. Once you have the list, no need to pack - just take the list.

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  7. I forgot all about Sophie shaking in fear during thunder storms. I remember I used to try to hug her as tight as I could, didn't seem to make her feel any better.

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