Sisyphean Pooks

Once when I mentioned I was trying to clean off my desk, max said she had this image of me like "that Greek guy" who kept rolling the boulder up the mountain, only to have it roll down and start all over again, only with me it was my desk.

Oh, if only she knew.

It's not just my desk, it's my LIFE.

Okay, so in a Sisyphean (my word of the week) effort to once again try to get some semblance of control over my life I bought my new cute little Franklin planner and have been using it since Jan 1, and it works. It works really well.

Like most things, however, it only works as well I do.

Meaning, I have to remember to write things down.

WHICH I HAVE BEEN DOING!

Okay? I have. And I've been using it, and writing things down, and already I'm feeling just a leeeetle bit more like I'm gaining a leeeetle bit of control.

I woke up this morning and there in my planner I saw: 11:30 Lunch with C&P.

Yay! Lunch day!

You may remember this, because I mentioned it recently when I said:

I have three wrapped Christmas presents on the table beside me -- two to go to friends, and one from a friend to me. We decided to wait until we could all be together to open them. And then they opened theirs anyway. And They Know Who They Are. I'm not complaining, of course. (ahem)

I'm really proud of how well I've been keeping up with stuff this month.

So I get to lunch and there C sits and I have two books with me. I put them on the table and she says, "Oh good, you remembered!"

I stare at her. Oh. Wait, I was supposed to bring her a book.

Shit.

"No I didn't, oh no, I'm so sorry -- which book was I supposed to bring you?"

She told me, and I rolled my eyes because I am an idiot, but I promise I'll get it to her.

And then P shows up and in her hand is a pretty red package with fluffy green bow on it.

Oh my freaking gawd.

I showed up for lunch without the presents. The presents that are the reason for the lunch.

My little planner really does work, people. But it only works as well as the operator, and in this case the operator needs to learn to write down the details, damn it.

Oh, and one of the books I had with me today, that just came in the mail and I picked it up and took it with me to lunch because I wanted to glance through it if I happened to be there first?

The "how to get control of your life and your stuff" book.
I'll let you know if it helps.

(sigh)