I was cleaning our my lists in my PDA, sorting out to-do’s from to-writes from been-dones. Let’s go through it. Lists–at least, my lists–usually involve something that should be done. I usually do it myself, although if you’re around I might task you with crossing an item off the list. At the end, the list might have just as many to-do items as we started with or, more typical these days, wind up even longer. No one said recuperation is about idleness. I’m busy planning what I’m going to do as soon as I feel well enough and have time enough to do it all. Be ready.

What was this list about? It’s dated Feb 4.
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Door sproinger
Brackets to Mount furniture
Lawn markers or flags
I’m guessing it’s a shopping list for Lowe’s. I wasn’t driving or even shopping at that point, so I’m guessing I was making a list for Matt. The door sproingers (the little nubblies that project the drywall from getting dented from the doorknob . . . “sproinger” is my own technical knowledge) were replaced except for maybe two or three (and they’re on the list on the mirror, the next time I’m looking for something to do). Next item, brackets? Ah, I wanted brackets for the drawers, so C&D can’t tip them. I don’t know what to do about that, because we keep moving the furniture. Hmm. I should maybe attach them to the wall, anyway. I should put that on the mirror. And the lawn markers are for a project that I had decided to postpone. I wanted to landscape our right-of-way (it looks like our yard, but it’s not ours), and then decided that other house repairs were more important. I might find some flags, anyway, just for fun.

Wanted ad for Toby
Right. I tried to find a better home for Toby, because it’s rough here. Some of the cats pick on him a bit, and he insists on crossing these busy streets. I couldn’t find anyone who wanted him, even though he’s good company. I’ll have to think about what to do. It’s hard to have him inside much. As he gets older, he insists more and more that he needs to cuddle on my bed, but he bothers my allergies. Poor Toby.

Carmen can sing tre whole rainbow song and the welcome to school Song, too
This was from a long time ago, probably around Christmas. I was impressed that, for one thing, she was actually listening to my singing well enough to sing back to me. Second, I was impressed with her ability to memorize a song at all. The week after Matt’s mother came to visit in January, she was singing “Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes” after hearing it just a handful of times. David can sing songs, too. Both are even making songs up, now. Most concerts are a capella, in bed, in the dark, while Matt and I wonder if they’ll ever go to sleep.

In Feb dad can bring weed eater
February came and went. Hrmm. Might need to amend that one. “In March dad can bring weed eater.” Of course we got rid our lawn tools when we moved. Where would we put it?

Great stuff under the tub
Did I ever do that? I don’t remember. The bathtub is a little scary; it’s installed over a large hole in the foundation. I can see dirt at the bottom. I’m a little afraid of what might come out from it. Termites or other things that have too many legs.

Black and tan branches and maybe a butlers mirror
Ah, yes, I’d like to decorate my house. Well, in another lifetime. Decorating is pretty low on the list right now. Someday? I have a “someday” list. This item should go there.

Todays Vision nosepieces on glasses
Because one broke. I should put that on the mirror. I forget until I have to wear the glasses.

Christine Caver
Where are you, Dr. Caver? Did I ever tell you how cool Peter and I thought you were? I try to be a better writer because you showed me I could.

Babies two- year follow up
They’ve been two, and they haven’t had a two-year checkup. Like the decorating, it’s low on the current list of priorities. They’re fine.

Bye ding dong
When we first moved, I tried to teach C&D that the ding-dong of the doorbell meant someone was at the door, waiting. So when we heard the doorbell ring, I’d say, “Ding, dong, time to answer the door! I’m coming!” and run downstairs and answer the door. Somewhere in my instruction I erred, because one day someone was leaving the house and C&D said as he left, “Bye, Ding Dong!”

Co-op- I love you kale, I love you broccoli
This was maybe a reminder to write an entry about maybe the last time I visited the co-op. As we left Carmen turned, waved and said, “I love, kale! I love you, broccoli!” I meant to write a story about it. Now it’s just an item on a list, just a little expanded.