My personal “to-do” list is about 10-miles long and it will likely take most of the weekend to get it done.
Sometimes, there is – as a mentor trained me years ago – no alternative but to write it all down, prioritize the list and then just devote time on task.
The new treadmill that was so graciously replaced by Schwinn (now Nautilus) is sitting in the shop. So it a replacement motor I found on eBay for the old treadmill. The lesson worth sharing? You can find damn near anything on eBay if you’re patient enough.
That is not at the top of the list, however: Mowing the yard is. With another 3/4-inch of rain in the gauge Thursday, this part of Texas is totally benefitting from “climate change” which is decried locally as a farce.
The recording studio parts should be in today, so we can move ahead with plans for the podcasts September’ish.
And Elaine has been given the task of setting up our next trip out to Aridzona (sic) to look at potential homes and visit with friends. All made possible by the brother-in-law who still volunteers to come out and supervise the cat in our absence.
“Pretend You’re Going to Die”
My list-management mentor explained how to always put things in proper perspective.
“If you were going to die an hour from now, what is the one thing you need to get done?”
Pretty terrible way to think (though you get used to it, after a while).
That’s where I got the urge to get most tasks distilled down into one-hour, or shorter, blocks of time. Elaine hates my sometimes slapdash approaches, but it gets tasks off the list.
“After you get that one important thing done, pretend you’ve just been given a second hour to live. What would you do then?”
It’s a good personal management tool that helps to facilitate urban survival – and continued employment, too.
Think like you own the company. Maybe if you embezzle enough, you can.
Enjoy it. I think you have at least a day left.
Having suffered through two days of missed meals (not being able to keep Outlook entries right – though another reader in the comments section reported a similar time warp this week) I was ready for a fish sandwich after the blood draw and visit with the doc Thursday.
Sat down at the counter and had a marvelous chat with a black gentleman, about my age. As we both watched the news coming out of Barcelona, he turned to me and remarked:
“You know, I think the whole world has gone nuts.”
We worked on the problem of when we passed that final tipping point – when was the moment when America went totally bonkers – but try as we did, after the discussion, we ended up agreeing that if there is an Almighty, that’d be the most graceful way to sort things out, once and for all.
But then it struck me that it’d be just plain rude to wake all the peacefully sleeping dead just to come watch the End of the World. He agreed and said the best thing would be to stay alive until then.
Nice fellow. Wish the world was full of nice people. As we parted, I noticed a woman of just over 300 pounds with was “adorned” with skeleton tattoos and I just shook my head.
Seems as those there are three kinds of people in the world: The nice ones, who believe is something bigger than themselves. Then there are the not-at-all nice who are sure they are the Almighty. In between there are the undecided.
If you’re looking for a great exercise in “UrbanSurvival” try going into restaurants every lunch hour and just talking to someone at the next table. I’ve seen what I think is a subtle shift in the ratio of good-to-bad.
Nothing that would be noticed in the pop psychology press, because no one goes out and surveys “Are you crazy?” (who would answer honestly?) on a statistically meaningful basis. But if you do your own polling, it’s pretty interesting to see how people let themselves get kicked around emotionally by the mindless media screed.
When I got back out to the ranch, Elaine had two Kindles and CBSNow all streaming the body count from Spain. We’re all susceptible to it…what’s been called the “looky lou drivers” who hold up traffic by slowing to a crawl going by accidents.
Walls being built – or not – this is still National Fajita Day.
Zeus the Cat is still pissy this morning because we didn’t fly in lobster or bring home some of the monster shrimp he loves for National Black Cat Day which was Thursday. I explained to him that this is America and we don’t observe British holidays.
Somewhere in a hiss, he mentioned if that’s the case, why are we planning of Fajitas (and margaritas) today? I might have raised my voice a bit about inclusion and diversity…he slunk off down the hall.
With Zippo-Deluxe having insulted me, I took to the task of monetizing National Fajita Day for ME.
Bingo!!! How about a diet book chronicling the various food days listed by the National Day Calendar?
The diet begins with Fajitas and since this is also National Ice Cream Pie Day – this sure sounds like Ure kind of diet.
Tomorrow is National Soft Ice Cream day and Sunday is National Pecan Pie Day. Is this a dream diet, or what?
If you look at the calendar here, you see that Monday brings spumoni ice cream and since it’s also National Senior’s Day, we’ll be having the ice cream while looking into the mirror.
Tuesday’s diet would center around Pecan Torte’s but the 24th looks good: Peach Pies and Waffles.
The 25th is Whiskey Sour day (I can’t make this stuff up!). It’s also National Kiss and Make-Up Day, which I believe may be related to too many whiskey sours, but that’s just a guess.
A few days throughout the year don’t seem to have a “food assignment” so for this great diet book I’m thinking of writing, those would be days to fast. Although, you may want to have something sugary handy. Since most of the food days involve a disproportionate number of sweets, we don’t want you dropping into a diabetic coma.
OK, off to perform our daily sanity check. The headlines offer the obvious (foregone) conclusion, but we like to hope one of these days, everyone will get off their mood drugs safely and we go back to the old (sane) way of being.
Remember: Everything’s a Business Model and the Secret to UrbanSurvival is moving or acting before the rest of the herd. Be in front of the herd of run over by it.
Write when you get rich,