I am not a lover of lists. In fact, I find myself becoming more and more “list-less” as time goes by. On the rare occasion I jot down a few things on a scrap of paper, I invariably forget to take the wretched “list” with me when I go shopping.My mother can probably take credit for this. She worked on the theory that my brain (all brains) had millions of unused cells that were just floating around in the cerebral soup, waiting to be given specific tasks. If they were not used, they would die and “you’ll have a head full of dead cells with no room for new ones!” So, no written lists for Dinah when sent on errands. Our butcher was very impressed!
But I know people who are inveterate list-makers. They have Lists of Things To Do. Some spend so much time making lists of things to do they never get around to doing any of them!
The housework chez Dinahmow was cut to a minimum while we enjoyed a lazy break from routine. Beyond the essential stuff, I did very little. And I must now pay the price, with interest. Compound interest, by the look of things!
Speak to me not of dust!
Talk, if you must
Of debauchery! Boozing!
Of unbridled lust
But not dust.
That demon, choking mist.
Message board for feet and fingers,
Sign-posting their way.
Defiant of all removal efforts
Of the housewife’s art
From ragged underpants
To thousand-dollar Dyson.
Still it rolls, cloaking, choking
On from whence it comes.
And where is whence?
The building site beyond my boundary fence!
While I do not make airy-fairy lists of things I know I have little chance of doing, I do resolve to start or complete some projects.
I shall continue blogging.
I shall try to make my blog interesting.
I WILL master this new-fangled, frustrating technology.$@*&#!! *
I will continue to draw every day.
I will lose the weight gained last month and maintain a healthy(ish) body.
And now ( already two days behind!) I wish everyone Good Things in 2007.