Wednesday, 3 August 2011
I have never known the derivation of the word listless (no. I haven't looked it up), but this morning, quite by chance, it suddenly came to me.
Since horse has been lame, my day has been thrown out of kilter. But another reason I'm being so inefficient is that I've stopped writing lists. Lists are wonderful - Aliya, for one, has blogged about them before - and they make me do things. Little things as well as big things. Like phoning the electrician or changing the sheets. On a list day, I write everything - and I mean everything - down, and then tick and cross them off when I've done them. I've even been known to write down something I've already done for the pleasure of ticking it off (we elderly people have to find out pleasures where we can).
De-coke shower head
Make big fuss at mobile phone shop (of which more when I've had a chance to calm down)
Put on some washing (I know. Boring. But ticking it off will be nice)
Prune messy jungle of plants growing over the fence
Write (I've been very bad about this recently. I blame the heat)
Post top back to sister (don't ask)
Phone daughter for daily chat
Well, that's a start, isn't it? My computer doesn't do ticks*, so no-one will ever know whether I managed to do all these things. Except me...
*Does anyone have a ticking computer?