Lists

“Because how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”
– Annie Dillard

Every day I make a list
and methodically
go from the top down
completing and checking off
each item, each task
in turn.
And at the end of the day
I take my finished list
and throw it away.
And the next day

I make another.

But at the end
of my Big To Do List
with everything checked off,
completed,
I still don’t know
who I am
or why I am here.

Well, I’m not really at the end of my Big To Do List. At least hope not, though there is always the stray lightening bolt, or the unseen bus speeding around some corner.  I’m hoping somewhere more in the middle, yet I think this still works.

I Sit Writing This in the Kitchen Sink

Challenge: Use the first line of your favorite book and make it the first line of your post.

Disclaimer: “I sit writing this in the kitchen sink.”  is not the first line from my favorite book.  I’ve never read I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith, which is the book this first line is from.  But I certainly will now, because it’s such a great line.  In fact, I like it so much I’ve made it my tagline. The first line from my favorite book is, “Mrs. Dalloway said she would get the flowers herself.”  Now I love Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf,   but wouldn’t you rather write (and read) about sitting in the sink writing, rather than getting flowers?  I would.  So I really should start writing about writing sitting in the sink, rather than writing about writing about sitting in the sink writing.  Hmmm…probably not the best, as disclaimers go.

 

I sit writing this in the kitchen sink.  Why am I in the kitchen sink?  Well, there are any number of conditions under which that might be a reasonable place to write.  I can come up with five:

  1. There are scorpions on the kitchen floor.
  2. I have burned my bottom and am soaking it in cool water.
  3. The house is flooded and I am using my time productively as I wait for the water to recede.
  4. I’ve been drinking. A lot.
  5. I lost a bet.

So what other reasons would there be to, “Sit writing this in the kitchen sink”?

Now I could go on and do funny, sarcastic, heart-breaking or deathly serious little bits on each of these five reasons for sitting writing in the kitchen sink, but honestly I think you get the gist, and you’ve probably had enough of this by now anyway, right?  I thought so.  So I’ll close here.  You’re welcome.