Monday, December 19, 2022

The organisation skills of a newt*

Quite chuffed as I am at the start of a 2 week holiday.

Right on the edge. Toes curling over the threshold and contemplating the temperature of the water before diving in.
Ahead of me there is some chop, I can tell you.

For a start, I have continued the tradition of leaving the majority of the shopping for detritus and tat to the last three possible days of the year to indulge thus.

( I will return but writing is currently competing with

...)

(Back now - grumpy old man tried to gum me for attention)

Where was I?
Oh, little time, sosietal pressures and leisure - and the organisation skills scale and whereupon this scale sits the newt ** - and where me?

So tomorrow will have at least one and up to three trips to town. Now, town is not within walking distance nor cycling ability - and the round trip is 30-50 km (18-31 miles). 
One little bit of my brain whispered "you could catch the bus" and because I am on holidays, it comes a possibility that is technically feasible.
Alas, it has become a bit of a hole in the bucket fiasco... ***

I have got 3 big ticket items to check tomorrow. 

We have hair appointments.
I need to trim but omg Paris is not a little cutie any more but is taller than I and is all about the hair (and the fashion and I am hoping this land at the top of the faraway tree change soon and usher in a more benign obsession) ****
We need to see the Christmas lights, an annual occurrence and semi-guaranteed to bring on obnoxious weather. 
I will need to address the budget, and see where in the balance of "respecter of the environment" and "guilty bearer of ill-bought material goods" I fall. 

Although I do have a handle on home-made dross.
These are the biscuits that didn't make the cut on Saturday to be gifted to my workmates today.
I have been assured that there are no calories between the US Thanksgiving and the 2nd if January.

The day after tomorrow is the 13th birthday.

* I don't actually have the science on any -ology of newts. I know their eyes are referred to in cauldron -lore.

** As said above, I cannot cite any actual peer reviewed studies of the organisation skills of newts and it is possible that I am being quite species-ist to suggest that my skills are automatically superior to an animal that I couldn't pick out of a line up.

*** The local bus company has recently been sold and there is no information on their webpage about (a) ticketing and how they approach it in the modern era, (b) if it is compatible with the card that I had to use in Brisbane the last time I took public transport about 18 months ago and (C) how to actually obtain the card in the first place.

**** We have lived through Frozen, slime, secret detective clubs, dogs, vet clinics, reading eggs and Roblox already. 

2 comments:

Debby said...

Do you ever notice that when you meticulously plan something, anything, there is always some sort of chaos that comes rolling at you like a bowling ball to send all your carefully arranged plans flying helter skelter? Do you have the problem too or is it just me? Sometimes, I really do think that it's best to fly by the seat of your pants.

jeanie said...

I like to approach it as a 50-50 prospect.

That way, if it goes awry you can laugh (what else is there?) - but if it magically all comes to pass, you can bask in the glory.

We were brought up by a time and motion man, so you always have the best-case play going in your heand - the problem is that not everyone around you has the same reel going!