Sometimes I wonder if I would cease to exist if I were void of a list...listless, so to speak. I have always been a list-maker. We have scraps of paper lying about with lists on them, notebooks devoted to lists, lists of big projects, little projects, future projects... He who lives by the list shall never die of boredom. Maybe it is because I like to see what needs done and have a comprehensive list to work from. Maybe it is because I just like to see things crossed off. Yeah, I think I hit the nail on the head there. I notice that along with the meat I always add a necessary amount of fluff (read easy projects or piddly things that take no time to accomplish and probably don't need done anyway but I will be able to cross them off quickly and therefore feel a false sense of accomplishment.) Diagnose THAT one, Sigmund.
What does today's list look like? Lists are always made randomly as things come to mind so there is no "Order of Importance" Anything in parenthesis is, of course, not on the original list but rather editorial drivel for my amusement...and maybe a subconscious attempt to delay actually doing anything on the list because it is a beautiful morning to sit in the cockpit and waste time...
Sunday June 18, 2006
(I'm a thorough little bastard, eh? Date & all)
Run Fridge (see, fluff right off the top)
Floors/Rugs (always start with indoor work - a clean living space means other
work gets done quicker and more efficiently...don't I sound all smart
about this?)
Straighten cabin
Dishes
Replace impeller in generator (now we're getting down to brass tacks)
Rebuild genset exhaust system (real work??)
Call Ron & Angela (free weekends)
Call Greg (ibid.)
Call Scott (ibid.)
Call Mike (ibid.)
Call Mom (will get in trouble if I don't regardless of cost)
Call Pat & Phil (I'm really digressing here, must be break time)
Clean cockpit
Check head pump assembly - fix squeak
Litter
Scrub waterline
Laundry (back to domestic chores)
Eye splice a new snubber line
Clean aft (Hunt for Black Impeller was more of a root through the hardest to reach
spot for a part that I had moved to an easy to reach spot and forgotten
about - of course didn't mark it on the inventory list...)
Well, Heather is wandering aimlessly which is my cue to turn this thing off and start crossing things off the list. The Admiral is waiting. Enjoy whatever it is you do for you may not have the chance to do it again.
(note: upon reading this blog aloud, the Admiral did not approve of above statements. So the title has been removed and Winch Wench shall be the new title given. El Presidente has spoken.)
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