It was a gorgeous evening on Sunday. The first nice day with reasonable temps that we had had in a long time. After dinner we decided it was a great night for our first official "Chasing the Sunset" drive of 2015.
We loaded ourselves up in the car. I double checked Riley was strapped in and saw that she looked like she was ready to take a nap.
"You know, I told John, she is probably going to be asleep by the end of the road."
The girl is a good car sleeper, that's for sure.
I suggest that when she is old enough to date that her mother ride along. I'm just saying........
I know, it is a little hard to see but if you look towards the middle of the horizon you can see a little tiny blue hill. It's really much larger than it looks here but that's Blue Mound. That's actually what the local Native Americans called it and for a change the "English" didn't rename it.
I've always had a fondness for that hill. There are Nine Mounds/Hills scattered around this part of Southwestern Wisconsin. The Native Americans considered them sacred and referred to this area as "Nine Mounds".
I keep meaning to look this up on a map and see exactly where they all are. I know where a couple of them are.
Ah, yes, another thing to put on my To Do List.
I was waiting for John to get off the phone yesterday afternoon so we could go grab a cup of coffee. While I was waiting I was glancing at one of the magazines on his waiting room table. One of the articles said that people that make To Do Lists, check things off live happier lives.
I can understand that.
There have been days when it has felt like I was running in place or circles, hard to tell. Sitting down and making a list of things I had actually DONE and checking them off gave me a better perspective on what I was accomplishing. I'm not a "scattered" person but there are days when I feel like I am. I will start one project, find something that needs to be repaired, replaced, moved, sorted, whatever and I'm off to get that done then back to the original project.
I can sometimes move between two to four things, feel like time is slipping by me.
If I take a moment to breathe I will see that I am actually making progress.
I know, at the end of the day when I see what I have crossed off the list I am happier. I'm not sure during the process I am. I'll have to take their word for that.
I know that sometimes I find myself muttering to myself about how could I have let this sit for so long, or not have dealt with this for so long or words to that effect.
I know that I can walk by a "mess" and not see it for a loooooooooooooooooooooooong time. I am certainly not compulsive about order. Well, not until something is in order and then by golly I want everybody including myself to keep it that way. Darned if I want to do that again.
I also have a low tolerance for other people's messes.
If it's mine, I know I have to straighten it up, clean it up, take care of it and I'll get to it when the "spirit" moves me. Because it's mine job to do it or I made it.
But, if it's your mess and it's your "monkey" and your "circus" isn't welcome in my world so clean it up.
Double standard, you betcha.