Cynid McCoy: Put it off, but it’ll cost you
Grand County, Colorado
Isn’t it funny (and dizzying) how fast the days go by?
I ordered a new Day-Timer three weeks ago to help keep track of everything I’ve been up to and it’s still not here (and to boot, I just realized it). I’d be a little impatient by now, except that I discovered my daytimer from last year three-quarters empty.
Its pages and all those interesting tidbits, measurements, and such that appear in the back were wasted. At least with the stacked tear-off day calendars people can flip the stack and use the blank side as a note pad.
Now I know I had just as full schedule in 2008 as I do now, I just didn’t make the time to jot commitments down on both by work calendar and my daytimer. In fact, that’s why I was so into ordering a daytimer this year, to keep a journal-type listing of where all my days are going, all the musicians I’ve had the opportunity to hear, all the plays I’ve seen, all the fun I’ve been having in Grand County. Usually if someone needs me to schedule something, I have to check my calendar at work and get back to them.
I would rather pay someone to take care of a detail, like find me a flight out of Dodge, than add the chore onto my shoulders. So, with a particular daytimer in mind, I put in a special request to an office supply store. They didn’t carry the one I wanted, but said they’d look into finding it, for a small finder’s fee.
I said that’ll be fine, but realize 31 fun-filled days of the year are already gone. December and January’s work calendars are neatly folded at home, their information waiting to be transcribed into somewhat of an organized “Where’s Cyndi been” recording. It just might be mid-year before I get to it.
Friends ask how I get it all done, and I’ve been known to remind people that there is only one of me. I prioritize like there’s no tomorrow, even though I know there is a tomorrow, and more after that.
All that paperwork in my home office will someday make it into my filing cabinet, enrobed in stickers representing the entertainment I’ve been experiencing since high school. I did however motivate to accomplish at least one major chore a day. For example, I’m always tearing out things to read at a later time (that take longer than a short sitting allows). After dumping out my purse to reorganize it (another chore I tackled), I found a healthy stack of those “tearsheets” and committed to reading one a day until the stack is gone.
Sure, we can put things off, but it’ll cost us in the long run. On that note, one of my Aunt Lindas (I have two) sent me an interesting art tidbit: In George Washington’s day, one’s image was either sculpted or painted (because they didn’t have cameras then).
Some paintings of Washington showed him standing behind a desk with one arm behind his back. Others showed both legs and arms. Apparently, prices charged by painters were not based on how many people were in the painting, but based on how many limbs were to be painted (because of the difficulty) ” hence the expression,
“OK, but it’ll cost you an arm and a leg.” (I wonder if that’s why Napoleon had his hand in his jacket.)
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