People often set big goals. While laudable, I’m not sure that’s always the best way to get things done, chalk up accomplishments, and just plain feel good about yourself, particularly when it comes to projects that take less than a month, a week, or even a day.
Recently I’ve been trying smaller steps, in greater frequency, and it feels good.
Today after work I:
cleaned and organized my desk in my home office and can now see 2/3 of the surface
cleaned and organized my side desk and can now see 2/3 of the surface
got rid of stuff that had sat untouched for years in several desk drawers
shredded about 1/3 of a legal-size filing-cabinet drawer of financial records that were well past the date of potential interest to the authorities
filled a banker’s box to overflowing with old magazines and put it in the garage to place in recycling
filled another banker’s box with books to donate
did a load of laundry
. . . and so forth.
None of these activities took more than 15-20 minutes each, but it all added up. I could have gone further into the filing cabinets, but why kill myself? Lots more shredding in there to feel good about over the next several days : -).
Thanks to Danni, a superb instructor, who was very knowledgeable, down to earth, and fun.
I’m zonked now — it was an intense two days, but also happy to have refreshed my first-aid knowledge. I hadn’t taken a formal first-aid course since my youth, in Red Cross swimming classes and Boy Scouts, several decades ago.
I’ve medicated dogs, I’ve medicated cats, and I’ve medicated turtles.
They are all aware and after the first dose immediately catch on to what’s coming.
And they all cotton to various ruses within a try or two. . .
Yes, even the turtle.
I would say that in terms of potential injury to the applier of medication, cats can be the worst. Sharp fangs, incredibly twisty and strong for body size, and those fangs carry potential infection. Dogs don’t like meds, but are less likely to retaliate on a loved and trusted one.
Turtles? After the first few oral doses, if they start clamming up, it is damn hard to get them to swallow anything. You have to irritate them to the point that they get angry and open up and hiss and snap, and try to get a syringe of fluid spritzed into the mouth. Sigh.
I hate it when a pet goes from “hey, Daddy’s here!” state, to, “Oh, No, Daddy, don’t do that again” state. But, that’s part of the responsibility, eh?
And I’ll be recognized as good Daddy again some day.
Amazing how synchronized replacing parts can be. Over the last month I’ve replaced first, one headlight; next, one turn signal bulb; and today, another headlight.
Thank goodness our pushing-20-years-old Subaru is of an age when that sort of stuff is easy to access for the home mechanic.
I know folks with “modern” vehicles who’ve had to have headlights replaced by dealers at $300 a pop because of the way they’re assembled.
We took a ride on the Q to Q ferry service in New Westminster, BC, today. It’s a trial on for a couple of months. It was fun, and we also enjoyed rambling around Port Royal, where we’d never been before.
My Value Village find today — a book presented to John Fraser, who was a Canadian federal Minister of the Environment, Fisheries & Oceans Minister, and House Speaker.
And a cool tidbit — he was born in Yokohama, Japan.
