Do you ever just have one million things bouncing around in your head? I look at my to do list from last month & even last year (?!) & it seems that the more things change the more things stay the same. I think it’s helpful to make a list of (all) some of the things. There is nothing on my list that is particularly important but all of these ticky-tacky little things keep me occupied.
In no special order:
- Where are my keys?? I vaguely remember realizing that I was doing something that was going to make me misplace my keys. Luckily, we have a spare set that is usually in the right place when we need them. However, every single day when I go to the gym the snooty front desk clerk sneers at me & asks if I have found my keys yet because she doesn’t want to type my 10-letter name into the computer.
- What color should we paint the family room? And should we paint it or should we pay someone to come & risk life & limb to reach to 20-foot ceilings?
- Where are we going to buy crickets for the frog? Cold weather has made the little creatures scarce. He will eat worms too but it feels like spoon-feeding. I have to hold the worm gently in front of the frog’s face until he decides to eat. When he lunges at the chopsticks, I jump & the worm flies around in the aquarium & burrows into a hole. Nice!
- Which color of granite should we have installed in the kitchen? I had picked out Giallo Napoli (very similar to Santa Cecilia) but when I went to pick out the slabs, the color was different – darker & more golden. Now I am wondering if we should glaze the cabinets so it will be easier to match the granite. (We currently have natural maple-colored cabinets.)
- What is the best way to back up my photos & genealogy & other important documents? I have external hard drives but no regular time for doing it. It would be great if I could just have it automatically compare between two files & update everything.
- How should I rearrange my office so that it can include scrapbooking & our everyday life? What is the best desk? Why does that beautiful window take up 1/3 of the available wall space? Ryan is getting old enough that he wants his own room.
- What do you do with old textbooks? Goodwill will not take them. And they’re getting old.
- Where am I going to find the motivation to lose the remaining 25 pounds? I am pretty habituated to eating clean foods (& I feel pretty rotten when I go astray!) but have gotten lazy on my food journal. I love LoseIt! & when I journal what I eat, the scale moves.
- Will my hamstring ever stop bothering me??? The logical answer is rest – but I rested for 1-1/2 weeks following the half marathon & as soon as I ran today, the pain returned.
- And why can’t I make my desktop computer do what I would like it to? Since the dawn of time (or close to whenever I bought this particular computer) there has been an issue with the graphics card. If I update the computer, everything crashes frequently. I am now 42 updates behind though & iTunes will no longer update our toys. It takes A LONG LONG TIME to download the software to perform the updates & then I get wonky error messages time & time again. I have typed this entire blog entry, uploaded pictures from the state cross-country meet, & skipped around Facebook a few times trying to wait for the download to complete. Ugh! I am about ready to pull out the tape measure to see if the progress line is moving or halted.
- Time passes … still waiting on the computer!
Update: I wrote this original post in November. And it is true. The problems are pretty much the same, except I found my keys. I took Ryan to the injury-fracture-after-hours clinic because he hurt his hand or his foot or something. (With six injury-related visits in a year, it’s hard to remember.) As I exited the car, I prepared for a long visit by leaving my purse in the car & taking the laptop case with me. I left the keys (Scott’s copy of my van key) & my cell phone in the car & locked the car. I didn’t realize what had happened until we started walking out of the clinic & I realized I had no keys. The spare set was missing at home & Scott was in a church meeting without his phone turned on. (Lovely…) My visiting teacher’s husband & three children came to the clinic to pick us up & take us home to wait for Scott. When Scott arrived home, he looked in his suit coat pocket (?!) and there were my missing keys & cards for every possible business & the gym.
