Lemons and Lists
I'm posting early today because tomorrow is kind of hectic and I wanted to not forget. Forgetting seems to be something I do frequently as I age. Luckily most of the stuff I forget can be remedied.
This week I've welcomed spring weather and iced tea brewing season. My husband loves lots and lots of lemon in his iced tea and I love to look at lots and lots of lemons in a bowl. A match made in heaven.
Lists. We all have them, goals we would like to achieve, grocery items, errands to run, tasks to complete. I think nowadays we have lists daily that need our attention. My mother kept a notebook in her purse with her lists. I thought she was kind of silly. Can't you remember that??? Oh my, now I look at my lists and realize, um, no I cannot remember that.
She kept a list of my children's clothing sizes, what they wanted for Christmas, pattern ideas, errands, and fabric measurements. She wrote menu ideas, recipes, and tasks. Later when she was ill, she wrote how she was feeling and the side effects of her numerous medicines. Writing made her feel in control. Before she died she wrote out my name and my sister's name on a blank page and underneath who was to inherit what religious statue. The simplest will that I know.
When I'm worrying, I write down the worries knowing full well in a week that those worries will be lessened, resolved or I've moved on. That moment in time when it feels crushing is only a moment in time it feels crushing. Time resolves so many issues.
Daily I list what I'm thankful for, what made me smile each and every day. Walks in the sunshine, hearing the birds sing. That first sip of tea in the evening. Starting a new project. Friendships forged over years and the strength and power of those personal ties. New shoes, a clean house, opened windows. Oh I could go on.
I flip through the pages and remember when I wrote some of those lists, where I was and what I was feeling. Some lists are a mystery to me, I've abbreviated one too many words and the list is cryptic. However, I've crossed off the mysterious tasks so I was productive, at least.
Like my mom, I'm a word hoarder, notebook collector and a list maker.