Archives for September 2009
It’s the Friday before the Labor Day long weekend, and instead of worrying about whether I’ll beat the traffic out of the city to get to that remote camping spot in the Interior or not, I’m compiling a Mink to do list. Instead of guessing how many weenies he’ll drop in the dirt until my son gets the hang of campfire cookery, I’m stuffing my job jar with little bits of paper, each one an 11 on a scale of one to ten in importance.
I feel a bit like Dagwood scheming to blow off Blondie and her ever-present household chore list to sneak a nap on the couch, except in my case I wear both hats, for I am small business guy and it must get done. The lists (noticed I refer to the plural) are ranked 1 – 10, and categorized alphabetically. And these are only the ones that get transferred from the main list which is now running around a pad and a half and should be spiral bound. (Mental note to do that next time I go to Staples).
I tell myself that Labour Day should be taken literally. Why rest when you can work uninterrupted by phones and tweets and Google alerts? I’ll get way more done in these coming 72 hours than in the rest of the month
Whew. It feels good to be organized. Lists make my brain calm. It’s like grouping all the icons on my desktop to type of application. Compartmentalized for ease of navigation.
The streaming radio in the background takes a commercial break, then resumes with a local weather forecast. Rain, and lots of it. I’m vindicated. No guilt! The heir to the Mink dynasty gets a weekend of indoor activities, and I’m free to go to work. There will be plenty of long weekends to teach him to think like Les Stroud. In the meantime, I’ve got work to do.
But first, a nap. All this planning has left me exhausted.
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Nine out of every ten persons say they love chocolate. The tenth lies.
– Anthelme Brillat-Savarin