not talking about milk and eggs, or even orange juice. (But please,
don’t let me forget the orange juice when I head out tomorrow.)
talking about those down the road lists. Have you ever started
one of those?
Island is famous for coffee syrup. Autocrat is the big name in
the game for coffee syrup. (In fact, I believe Autocrat is the
only name in the game these days, having bought out the only real
competitors in a market most of you readers might not even know
exists. But back to our story…)
Terry was talking to a friend and mentioned coffee milk. End result…
next Rhode Island trip… need to pick up a bottle of Autocrat to
deliver to her friend.
and I have a few projects lined up. For one, I need to make some
display screens for upcoming craft fairs. (That project actually
came about after some creative efforts back in the spring, when
I repurposed the old display screens to make a fence for our garden.
No good deed goes unpunished… I simply delayed the inevitable.)
these and other reasons… the scraps of paper line up on the counter.
Milk and eggs. Autocrat syrup. Some 8-foot lengths of wood and
chicken wire. (And juice. Geez, I asked you to remember the orange
juice. It really hasn’t been that long. Try to keep up. Ok? Thanks.
(Sorry. Didn’t mean to jump on you for that. I just don’t want
to forget the orange juice.))
find most of my lists are begun when I break away from my normal
needs or routines. I don’t need a list to remind me to mow the
lawn. I don’t need a list to remind me to do the laundry. And
even when it comes to milk (and juice), I’m usually good without
a slip of paper next to my wallet and car keys.
a funny thought: You know when lists bother me the most? When
I just crossed everything off a different list.
that old joke about the honey-do-list. You’ve probably heard it.
It’s based on the idea of that particular list never being completed,
and more likely ever-expanding. But, for something like a shopping
list, there actually is an end. It’s created by… you know… shopping.
and I went out last week and had some shopping to do. Picked up
some of the not-on-the-list essentials, and also added a few other
things. Got home and went to wash some dishes… found the dishwashing
liquid was low and I was going to need more. Then went to make
some coffee and some lemonade… only to find we were on the last
gallon of bottled watered. You probably see where this is going…
walked in the door from shopping, put away the groceries, tossed
the completed list from that journey in the trash and pretty much
immediately started writing the next shopping list. (Ugh.)
fun thing is when you begin rewriting lists so that you can take
a few pieces of paper and combine them into one. Or, when you
have enough things noted that you need to organize your thoughts
and give some priorities to the to-do process.
of mine and I were on the phone a couple of years ago. We were
talking about an upcoming trip she was planning, and I still remember
laughing when she said she needed to get a list going of the lists
she needed to make.
really… needed a list of lists. For instance, she wanted a list
to remind her to start a list for clothes and toiletries she would
need… she wanted a list of theme parks and other attractions she
should check out before she left so she would know hours, and
special events, and if reservations were necessary for anything…
she wanted a list of people so she could remember to bring some
addresses with her in case she picked up some postcards… she wanted
a list of people she might buy a gift for… and you see. (I’m not
at that level of list making yet. That’s some professional level
list making. (By the way, her husband actually has a spare spare
set of car keys—yes, two spares, a backup for the backup set—because
his darling wife is legendarily bad at keeping track of where
her keys are.))
the most part, I feel ok about my list making. It’s usually important
stuff. Things I would forget. Yes, I have found myself wandering
aimlessly around the kitchen, completely befuddled by what it
was I went into the kitchen to get. But I’m not making a list
to remember half and half… not because we need it, but because
I made a cup of coffee and in the time it took to turn toward
the fridge to reach for the half and half I forgot that was why
I was going to the fridge. A list won’t help with that.
we do need orange juice.