One of the best results of all this, aside from, y'know, getting stuff done that we want done, is that after I called my aunt and my cousin today, I had no more phone chores on my to-do list. And the only one on next week's list is "call grands," which is a reminder more than a chore, because of all the time on the phone, I mind time on the phone with my grands least. (Except for the weeks markgritter is out of town.) Another good result is that I feel freed up to do various other things, since I'm no longer spending hours on the phone trying to reach the painter, the asphalt person and the concrete person (now! in one convenient person), or the porch person. I have time to take a breath and let it out. Golly.
I have a suggestion for this summer. I suggest that you think about something you've "always wanted" or "always meant" to do. Not something big. We're talking on the order of "trying those stripey eggplants at the store" or "walking the long way home from the bus stop" or "leaving the dishes in the sink to take the kids to the park after dinner" or "finding a pretty pot for that one Swedish ivy." What seems like the sort of thing that would enrich your life but you just never get around to it? Can you get around to it now? What's left the mental realm of the possible because you haven't gotten to it for so long that it's achieved routine status to not do it?
I know I'm not your mom or your fourth-grade teacher or anything, so I'm not actually assigning you to do this, but it would make me happy if you did and told me the results. I'd always meant to walk to the library instead of driving, but last week I did, and oh, it was good. And this week I'm going to the Eloise Butler Wildflower Garden with pameladean, and you don't even want to think about how long I've been intending to do that. (Especially if you remove the pameladean from the equation. I have never been to the Wildflower Garden, and have found the prospect interesting since I was...er. Yikes. Eleven at most.)
This is not about climbing Mount Everest or writing an entire ballet score or anything like that. It's about some small thing that would make your life better, or might. I'm not opposed to telling someone you've had a monster crush on them for years, or finally sending out some of those stories your writer-friends say are so good, or spending a gajillion dollars on walking shoes that fit really properly, or learning to do a half-dozen fancy dives instead of just a cannonball every time. But it doesn't have to start with something like that. It can be a peach Italian soda from that cafe you've always wondered about and never gone into. It can be taking the time to clear your inbox so you can see forward from here. Just -- tell me if you did this. Tell me how it went.