Eat Ice Cream, If You Feel Like It

I've started typing simple To Do lists in Word with a little table - one column for the Stuff, and one column for the response once I've done it. I print them and write notes once I've completed something. Today I put the sheets (two, so far) in a notebook, which is going to be my To Do Central for now.

I like the idea of being able to look back on what I put on my lists, and whether things got done or not, and have a record of where my life is going. My lists have included the mundane (milk, eggs, toilet paper) and the fantastic ("get rich quick"). On Thursday, my list included "Eat ice cream, if you feel like it." And I did. Check.

I'm pretty famous for making lists. I do it all the time. I buy little notepads and miniature notebooks just for my lists - I recently threw out a "Little Fatty" notebook that was entirely full of lists. And once they're expired, whether everything on them was done/gotten or not, I put a slash through the whole thing and start a new page. It's very satisfying.

Tomorrow, my list will include "Play the harmonica." Tess gave me a nice one for Christmas, along with a book and CD, and I played on Christmas Day until my mom said "Give it up already!" The only other time I played it, Tess informed me that she doesn't appreciate my noodling around (which I call learning), so I intend to play when she's out of the house and I can enjoy myself. I'll tell you what though, Gia seems to like the sound of the harmonica very much - her ears perk up if she's near and she listens intently, or she comes from wherever she is to see about the sound. It doesn't appear to torture HER.