I am, like my dad and zillions of other folks, a born procrastinator. I will put off things until the last possible minute, then rush around flapping my hands to complete whatever it is I’m supposed to finish. I particularly do this with things around the house, like sweeping under the bed (arr, there be monsters here!) or actually putting all my chargers in one place so’s I don’t lose them.
I realize that this is a draining way to behave, that until you can get all your little ducks in a row, you can’t really relax, but I always get a little rush off of the last-minute hustle. Trying to take a different approach, I made a list of things I needed to do, and tried to do them all before the week was out - and to actually get something different accomplished each day. Really, so many of them were a matter of spending five minutes, or an hour, and now I am obviously a better person than all yall.
The things I’ve needed to do that have been completed since Saturday afternoon:
Saturday: Saw Me and You and Everyone We Know. Visually delightful with a bit of a thin storyline. However, there are so many little treats in the film that surprise me at how much I think about them: the bit about the talking photo frame, for instance, or the pink shoes. Plus, I love going to see movies at The Bridge.
Sunday: Washed the dog. She then rolled in the freshly cut grass and turned and alarming shade of green. Also! Organized my closet. I’m awful about even hanging things up, preferring instead to shove everything in one place and shut the door. Sunday afternoon, I did laundry and folded everything neatly, hung up everything, and amazingly enough, the door actually closes now.
Monday: Since I was home sick, I hooked up my stupid old desktop to the internets the old school way, with a long-ass Ethernet cable.
Tuesday: Wrote freelance pieces that are due this week. I’m done with one and the second is still bonking around in my head somewhere, so I reckon this is only partially complete.
Wednesday: Took my iPod back to the Apple store. Again. This is time number four – four! - that I’ve brought back a faulty iPod for a replacement. For yet another hard drive failure. And I thank them for honoring the warranty and all, but kids, really, I believe a 3G iPod is not meant to work with a PC. More specifically, I don’t think it works very well with iTunes. I switched to Winamp and threw in this nifty plug in, ml_ipod, and presto – I can sync my iPod to music I have both on my computer at work and at home. It actually works like a portable disk drive to listen to music on, instead of a proprietary device that will only sync to one computer at a time. Do I love my iPod any less? No. Because I am part of the Mac cult. I’m thinking about getting a Mac mini just so I can go take it to the Genius Bar when it, too, breaks. Now, that’s successful marketing.
Thursday: Signed up for a class for fall semester at City College. I'm taking an online course in music appreciation. I figure at least it's something that interests me. Plus, we're supposed to go to three concerts and watch a music movie. Heck yeah, I like that kind of homework.
Today: Update the blog with an actual entry. Ha! You get a laundry list (get it?) of my chores I’ve been putting off.
Things left to do:
Figure out what my new IP address is so that I can hook up aformentioned old desktop to the internets with the magical wireless instead of hauling the long-ass ethernet cord up the stairs.
Make a whiskey cake for the birthday boat trip.
Finish The Life and Times of Michael K.