The Queen of all Lists
I live by the list.
Sad but true.
There was a time that I could remember things, complex things. I could remember algebraic equations – didn’t know how to use them, but I could remember them. I could remember birthdays, anniversaries … all kinds of stuff! If there was a list of fifteen things I needed at the grocery store, I didn’t need to write it down. It was all right there, neatly stored in the old memory banks!
I don’t know when it happened, or how it happened, or why it happened – okay, so I might have an idea of why it happened. I suspect it has something to do with old age, but that’s just a suspicion, so don’t quote me. But one day I realized that I couldn’t remember much of anything. I would be heading down to the basement to get something, and stop halfway down the stairs to try to remember what the heck that something was. I’d turn around and go back upstairs, and about the time I hit the top step, voila! I’d remember it! By the time I hit the basement floor, poof! It was gone again. My precious memory bank had gone from looking like a well-organized pantry, everything in its proper place, to looking like something you’d see in Hoarders. Love that show, by the way. Makes me feel really good about myself.
I digress. And yes, that is because I had forgotten what I was writing about. Anyhow, it was when my memory began to falter that I began to rely on ‘the list’. Before I knew it, my kitchen table was the home to several lists.
Grocery list? Check. Work list? Check. List of chores to be accomplished today? Check. List of chores to be accomplished during the week? Check. List of lists to be written? Check.
It turns out that while I am less than happy about the shabby shape of my memory, I find that I really like my lists. At the end of the day, when every item on the ‘things to accomplish today’ list is checked off, I find myself doing a little fist pump. Yes! I win! I completed ‘the list’! I have even considered making a little scrapbook of completed lists to help me remember the good times of bathrooms cleaned and laundry folded. I haven’t put ‘scrapbook of lists’ on a list yet, though, so I haven’t done it.
The good news? Now I get to cross ‘write a blog about lists’ off my list! Woo-hoo!
Sad but true.
There was a time that I could remember things, complex things. I could remember algebraic equations – didn’t know how to use them, but I could remember them. I could remember birthdays, anniversaries … all kinds of stuff! If there was a list of fifteen things I needed at the grocery store, I didn’t need to write it down. It was all right there, neatly stored in the old memory banks!
I don’t know when it happened, or how it happened, or why it happened – okay, so I might have an idea of why it happened. I suspect it has something to do with old age, but that’s just a suspicion, so don’t quote me. But one day I realized that I couldn’t remember much of anything. I would be heading down to the basement to get something, and stop halfway down the stairs to try to remember what the heck that something was. I’d turn around and go back upstairs, and about the time I hit the top step, voila! I’d remember it! By the time I hit the basement floor, poof! It was gone again. My precious memory bank had gone from looking like a well-organized pantry, everything in its proper place, to looking like something you’d see in Hoarders. Love that show, by the way. Makes me feel really good about myself.
I digress. And yes, that is because I had forgotten what I was writing about. Anyhow, it was when my memory began to falter that I began to rely on ‘the list’. Before I knew it, my kitchen table was the home to several lists.
Grocery list? Check. Work list? Check. List of chores to be accomplished today? Check. List of chores to be accomplished during the week? Check. List of lists to be written? Check.
It turns out that while I am less than happy about the shabby shape of my memory, I find that I really like my lists. At the end of the day, when every item on the ‘things to accomplish today’ list is checked off, I find myself doing a little fist pump. Yes! I win! I completed ‘the list’! I have even considered making a little scrapbook of completed lists to help me remember the good times of bathrooms cleaned and laundry folded. I haven’t put ‘scrapbook of lists’ on a list yet, though, so I haven’t done it.
The good news? Now I get to cross ‘write a blog about lists’ off my list! Woo-hoo!
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