Weather affects my mood. If I wake up to a sunny bright day, I want to get out, go exercise, go shopping, rake my yard, buy a fountain. If it’s raining, I want to cook some soup, make cookies, and read a book. If it’s cloudy, I want to organize my office, wash the rugs, and sort my closets.
Why is that? Why is it that some days, I need to sort out a drawer, and the next day I need to write down a story? The beauty of working from home is that I can do any of these things whenever I want to.
The clock tells me that I have two and a half hours before I must leave for my Zumba class. I could waste it away looking at my Facebook feed and reading the paper. I used to go online and buy aprons for my pioneer shop first thing in the morning. Now I post a blog post that I’ve written the day before and find a photo to go with it. If I’m in the mood, I’ll work on a post for the next morning.
Meanwhile I ‘m making a list of all the stuff I want to get done today. It doesn’t mean that I WILL GET IT DONE, it just means I am thinking about it. There is pleasure to be found in crossing something off my to-do list, even if it is as simple as taking out the recycle can contents.
Have you ever done a chore and then added it to your list after the fact, so that you can cross it out? I have.
Don’t judge me. I like to plan my day on paper like that. I have a weekly calendar where I write down all my appointments, exercise class options, dancing options, etc. I doesn’t mean I will do them all, It means I am reminded that they are there waiting for me if I don’t get too involved sorting out that closet or writing that story.
I pay all of my bills at the end of the month. I had to make some phone calls to get my credit card bills to be due around the 5th. You can ask to change the billing date if you don’t want your Visa bill due on the 23rd. I could never remember to pay it on time until I got it moved in alignment with my other bills.
Part of my fabulous ability to forget is age related. I used to remember everything. Now I don’t know what I did this morning. The other night I came home from the hospital wondering what I was going to have for dinner. That afternoon, I had baked chicken, had turned off the oven, and had left it inside to cool while I ran over to the hospital to feed my sis her pureed dinner.
That’s right, chicken!
My sis eats breakfast in the next thirty minutes. If I want to help her eat it, I will need to get a move on. She is strong enough now to feed herself. It’s been six days.
I am slowly remembering what I need to do today. My time is booked with an exercise class, lunch with my sis, an afternoon meeting with two author friends, a woman coming over for a pioneer outfit at 4:00, dinner with Sis at 6:00, and then a night off to lounge around with my dogs.
The rescue dog has only been here three plus months. She is used to constant human companionship, between the care givers and my sis always being in the recliner. She is already a little neurotic. She’s crazy after a day with no humans. When I come home from being gone all day, the new dog goes ballistic, she is so happy to see me. She’s had a doggy companion but no walk, no treats, no dinner.
As quoted from a Word War II pilot who was shot down and lived to tell about, get married, have six kids, and write his memoir, “Every day is a gift.”
I will enjoy my gift today, even if I won’t remember how I spent it when you ask me tomorrow.