If it wasn’t for lists I
would never get anything done around here, although I freely admit that
sometimes just having a list makes me feel I’ve accomplished something, and
sometimes that means nothing the list really gets done at all. I just look it
over and cross stuff off and add other things to it.
In fact on the desk beside
me right now is a list I wrote in the spring of 2014. It reads, “outside tarp
(not sure what that means), new patio flooring, black earth, lawn seed, rocks,
cinder blocks (not sure what I was thinking about here either.)
I don’t think any of those
“to-dos” were accomplished, but the list still looks good just sitting there
beside my coffee cup.
I have lists on the go for
spring projects inside the house and out, including a separate one for
basement, one for the barn, one for interior painting projects, and one for my
garden and flowerbeds.
Of course I now have project
lists on the go for my sailboat including a list of questions about what
exactly it is that I’m looking for, how to spell it, and what the heck it
means.
Now if I could just learn
how to carry on a proper sailboat conversation about it all!
“There are no such things as
ropes on a sailboat,” a fellow sailor recently said to me, chuckling over
something I’d said. Indeed. They are “sheets,” and no, they won’t double as bed
cover for my tired aching skeleton at the end of day on the lake.
A “hatch” is not what comes
after the chicken egg, and there is no “front” and “back” of a sailboat nor is
there a “right or left” and “port” sadly not a reference to a fortified wine.
“Starboard”
is not a term used by Captain James Kirk. “Winch” is not slang for wince and “Aft”
is not slang for after. “22” is not a rifle, it is the length in feet of my
sailboat.
“Main” is not a street and the good ol’ “red, white and blue” is not
a reference to the U.S. flag. It is the electrical schematics on my boat that I
am determined to learn how to read and how to fix.
The “head” is not what is on
my shoulders. It’s is the “go-to” for bathroom relief. Curtain please.
“Whisker pole” is not some
guy’s beard hair glued to a cedar post and “tiller” is not a garden tool. “Tang” is not a drink; “pulpit”
is not from whence the church minister gives his sermon.
“Gooseneck” is not
that which I would love to throttle for pooping in my farmyard and a “traveler”
is not the guy on the highway looking to hitchhike.
“Tell tales” are not the
little children in your life who like to out their siblings for misbehaving. “Tang”
is not a drink and “block” is not something even remotely related to me during
those times when I can’t think of something to write about.
I wonder if chocolate is in
the sailing supply manual? It will be when I’m done.
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