So Much To Do!

I'm one of those people who makes to do lists.  I make about one a week and hope that by a week's time I'll have done everything on the list.  It hardly ever works out that way.  I'm not sure that it has ever once worked out that way.

Let's see...this week we have (I wrote this past Monday and hoped to be complete by the 4th)..

To Do

10 Blog Entries - (that's not happening)
Bunnysitting - check
Clean Wayne's Pen - check
Craigslist, Bunny Ad - check, did that a few hours ago
Reschedule Interview - check, and I'm super excited!
Clean - check!  My room's really clean!
Alda's Birthday - check? I sent a text and a facebook message...that's not enough I don't think...I feel like a bad person.  I hate that feeling.
Uke Songs, at least 3 perfected - Not yet, but I could get there.  I'm working on We Belong, Cryin', We Will Rock You, We Are the Champions, Party in the U.S.A., House of the Rising Sun.  I need to chill out and focus!  They are all fun and pretty easy to play but I need to get 3 perfect rather than 6 so-so.  I want to be able to play these in my sleep, or rather, play them in a fun, drunken stupor.  Folk Fest is coming and I want to be wonderful!

"I don't want to make money, I just want to be wonderful!" ~ Marilyn Monroe

This very well may be the closest I've ever been to completing a list.  Maybe I'll bust my butt and try to whip up 8 more blog entries.  This one will be my second.  I thought it would be nice for my one-year anniversary of blogging to be completely up-to-date.  That would be at the end of this month.  I'm about 20 behind on my reading blog and...sigh, 17 behind for my movie blog.  I thought if wrote 10 entries a week I'd be all caught up.  Seems unlikely, particularly for the book blog because I haven't been reading regularly.  Well, I'll try my best.  It's a good goal to have and at least all the other blogs are in tip-top shape.

Lost Glasses

Two Wednesdays ago, I went out to do my wash.  I brought a book and sat reading and drinking my ginger ale I had bought across the street.

Wash is a pain in the sense that, the times that I have money and time to do wash, hardly ever meet.  As a result of this, my wash piles up terribly.  More than many things, I wish I had a washer and dryer.  Or at least a washer and a place to hang my clothes. 

The place I do wash is a 15-20 minute walk which is especially annoying when wash has piled up to the extent that mine always does.  I often do my wash after work when I'm already halfway there.  It's hard to say what I prefer more.  Not having to bother with three-hour chores on my day off or adding three-hours to an 8-1/2 hour work shift. 

So two weeks ago, I was doing my wash and as I pulled my finally finished clothes out of the dryer, it began to rain.  Correction.  It began to pour. 

I wasn't going to wait around.  I had songs to practice on my ukulele before it got too late! 

So I put my glasses in my laundry bin and started on my way home.  Once I was home, I could not find my glasses.

I thought that my glasses were safe.  My wash was not overflowing from the bin.  I guess my glasses must have fallen out through one on the spaces.  I didn't think that the spaces were big enough for my glasses to fall out but I've been wrong before and I was wrong again now. 

I walked back and forth a few times trying to find them.  It's annoying to have to look for missing glasses in the dark because you can't see!  I didn't find them.  I am now wearing my contacts. 

Prior to this loss, I wore my contacts about three times.  I didn't really care for them.  I've now learned that there is a right way for the contact to go in and wrong way.  Between taking the contact out (which is a bitch) and putting the contact in the solution container, they must sometimes get flipped around.  It's really uncomfortable if the contact is in wrong and it's not always noticeable right away. 

Since losing my glasses, I've gotten comments and compliments.  When people hear the gloom in my voice from my missing glasses, they insure me that I look better without them, which is sweet of them. 

I had those glasses for six years.  They were very me.  I saw lots of amazing things with them.  Shooting stars.  Birthday parties.  Good and bad movies.  Conan O'Brien.  Tina Fey. 

In the end though, my glasses were just a thing.  Perhaps they have made it to a river and are helping a poor, farsighted fish see.