I’ve squandered my to-do list, rather it drowned me

14 03 2009

I woke up thiTo-Do List: From Buying Milk to Finding a Soul Mate, What Our Lists Reveal About Uss morning and needed to put much action to my list. I flipped through this book (image provided by Amazon.com). The author Sasha Cagen has a blog about people’s to-do lists, http://todolistblog.blogspot.com I just couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by my own to-do list. I have a series already from this month that I have, yet, to revisit and scratch off.  So I maintain to feel completely inundated by words on paper that have the power to bully me into pathetic guilt.

Regardless, I am aware of my floundering plate of itemized things to accomplish and hope to consolidate all of my lists in one plate. Awareness is the first step, right? Among the clouds in my sky are work items, event planning items, organizational items, and oh you know sometimes if I can manage to schedule a little happy time for myself–I try to get away with it!

I have filed my taxes, using the Freedom Edition, so my federal and state were free! Except they don’t like you to know it’s available. I read on Abi’s blog that she filed her for free and her brothers for not-so-free. So I just directed a volatile complaint to TurboTax to ask them, “What the heck, man?” and they promptly addressed my concerns. So lo and behold, I was filled in the TurboTax secret. Of course, it’s not easy to find on their homepage. So I shimmied on down to the IRS and followed the “free” trail. Huzzah!! And for those of you who made an AGI <$30,000 can also experience some “freedom”.

Now it’s off to scavenge for quarters and really concentrate on some laundry. I mean it has been officially over a month since my last load and maybe I cheated and did an in-betweenie at a friend’s house during a slumber party. However, I really could go on since I have enough unmentionables to last a few more days, but the weather is too cold to break into my skirt/dress collection. I really am in dire need of denim and pants, sadly. For once, it’s not the unmentionables!

So I am sitting on Patton Ave. and hear, you know, the typical Irish song on bagpipe. So I look out for a parade and guess what I saw! No kilt, no herds of Irish lassies prancin’ down the street, but a young lad who is very talented to play the bagpipe like someone out of the Hibernian Society. Then, I smiled because there is youthful appreciation to long-lasting tradition. In these little moments do I really treasure Asheville and it’s quirk, sadly, this town seldom fills tremendous and overflowing joy in my heart. I will give it chance to win me over again.

Happy Pi Day!