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The glory of lists. [Oct. 15th, 2006|09:54 pm]
Marissa Lingen
Many of you already know that I am a List Person. I am a maker of lists, and this evening is the reason why: dealing with some pain on multiple fronts, some frustration on multiple fronts, and some just-plain-weariness. But there was a task that had been on my list for literally months, getting transferred from one week's to-do list to the next every single week. And now it's done, and I feel better even though none of the things that were actually bothering me have been fixed. (What? you say. Putting up pictures of your niece did not make your lack-of-teeth to heal over? But astonishingly it is true.)

I look at the week ahead, at the appointments and the obligations and even some planned fun things, at the stuff that needs doing in the spare moments, and I quail. I quake. And then I think, But wait! I have a list! And then I am mighty, and I am fierce, and on I go, because the list knows all and sees all, and what it does not know, I will tell it. And it is a million and one times easier to do things we know need doing.

My other method of getting things done is not nearly so pleasing. It is the stick to complement the list carrot. It is the crap on my desk. There is crap on my desk, the logic goes, because it drives me nuts to have crap on my desk, and therefore I will take steps to get rid of the crap on my desk, so that it will cease driving me nuts. It's not that this method doesn't work. Bills get paid extremely promptly around here, because otherwise they are on my desk, and I hate having things on my desk. But novels can't always be revised nearly so quickly as a $7 phone bill can be paid, and I'm not sure having crap on my desk isn't detrimental to that process.

So I will put it on the list and see what can be done.
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[User Picture]From: fredcritter
2006-10-16 04:24 am (UTC)

pictures of your niece

Ahhh, babies. Babies are wonderful, yes.

There was once a time when I didn't understand babies. I don't see what all the fuss is about. And it looks fragile—I'd best keep my distance. And little children terrified me. What's he saying? I don't understand. What does she want? Am I suppose to move? … just stand here? … talk to her? … give her something … or what? What if I guess wrong? Heck, they were even harder to understand, communicate with, and generally be around than adults, who were plenty hard enough. And teenagers…! Don't get me started on teenagers!

Then daughter Gavriella came along. She (mostly) patiently taught me (almost) everything I needed to know about babies … then, toddlers. After that, she was good enough to introduce me to the wonderful world of children—what a fascinating place that is! With so much to learn, such room to grow! (’Twas there I discovered that, for the most part, my development appears to still be stuck at the parallel play level—only occasionally do I find myself comfortably engaging in interactive play. *sigh*) Now I've gone back to paid work as a corporate employee (and third shift work at that) so I don't see her as much or for as extended times, but even so she's beginning to teach me much about teenagers.

Babies are wonderful. Toddlers are wonderful. (Went we would go for a walk, she would reach up and hold my hand, except her hand was too small to hold my entire hand so she'd hold my little finger. *wilt*) Little girls are wonderful. Little boys might be wonderful—I'm still not sure about them. Teenagers are wonderful, although there are times they do their utmost to hide it.

My guess is that adults are probably wonderful too. The limited sample I've been working with seems to confirm that hypothesis, and It's my hope that I'll soon be able to get myself out more often and do some field research.

Um. Sorry. I was inspired by the pictures of your niece. She's a wonderful *girl*baby*, she is! I'll just go away quietly now and leave you to your regularly-scheduled responsive comments.

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[User Picture]From: mrissa
2006-10-16 12:04 pm (UTC)

Re: pictures of your niece

She is the very best kind of girlbaby, and inspiration is welcome here.

I have a Robin whose Missa I am (see icon), and I can verify that little boys are pretty wonderful as well. At least the ones who are my Robin are. I come from a family where they are handing you the baby as soon as you can be propped on the couch with one (age 3 or thereabouts), so I never had your thunderclap discovery. But the neat thing about babies (toddlers, kids,...) is that there are always individual discoveries to keep making.

My parents say that their favorite age to have a kid has always been the age I am, and that hasn't stopped now that I'm 28. I'm sure it'll be the same with you and your Gavriella.
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