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Notes to self

Posted: April 14, 2015 - 11:09pm

Do you make a lot of notes to yourself? You know, lists of what to do and what not to do?

I am horrible about that. I’m not the type of person who runs into the grocery store every day just to pick up a few things. I have to start four or five days in advance to make what I believe to be a complete list of groceries so I don’t have to go but every two or three weeks.

Then, when I get home only to discover I’ve forgotten something, I drive myself crazy with the guilt. How could I possibly have forgotten whatever it was that I forgot when I took all that time making a list? That is the only time I do run into the store to get that one little item.

Heaven forbid I should go without that certain type of cleaning detergent because I had a coupon. Even though I may have a half-full container of laundry detergent already. Oh, no, I have to have that particular one so as to use my coupon.

Then there are the household duty lists. I even jot down what needs to be done and then go over the list again to put them in order. You know, stuff that’s more important than other stuff. By the time I’m finished, the day has already passed me by and I decide everything on my note can wait until tomorrow. Then tomorrow comes and I’ve forgotten where I put that particular list and have to start a new one.

The one list that goes on forever is my “idea list.” I can be mopping the floor and a great idea for my column comes to mind. Write about dogs. I drop the mop and add the idea to my list of other ideas. Of course, when I do sit down in front of the computer, I read my list and have no idea where the idea came from. Did I want to write about my dog, Ladybug, about how empty a house seems without a dog, how to housebreak a dog (that was definitely not a good thought) or how many treats is too many. Do you remember reading a column about dogs lately? That’s because I still haven’t figured the whole thing out yet.

I remember when I used to make lists for Jay. Didn’t do any good. It would sit next to his recliner for weeks and nothing on it would get done. Didn’t bother him. Jay was a free spirit, and by free I mean free to only do the things he wanted to do. Jay could have never written lists. He thought he never had anything to do.

I wonder if making lists all the time is a form of OCD. Makes sense to me. The only bad thing about that is I would probably start on a list of why I think I have OCD. Maybe I need to stop the lists and figure out something else to keep myself busy. Like gluing my behind to the chair and not getting up all day. Sounds good to me.

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