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A True List Maker

I am a list maker, as was my mother before me, and her mother before her.  I know this because I’ve seen them.  Lists have graced our kitchen tables, our countertops and our refrigerators for years.  Although my grandmother is gone, I’m sure she’s proud that I’m carrying on this fine, organized, family tradition.

One of my essential lists is the Vacation List.  My husband takes care of his own packing, but it’s me who packs for the rest of us.  Just recently, I’ve been able to hand the boys a list of their own:  choose 5 pairs of shorts, 2 pairs of jeans, 6 shirts, etc. and set them on your bed. (I still count before putting them into the bags, just to be sure.  I’d hate to end up in Italy, for example, with 1 pair of boy’s socks and underwear!)  But in years past my list was an entire page long, filled with reminders to bring extra playpen sheets and diapers and onesies.  Don’t forget the blankie, or toys for the plane (or car), and certainly don’t forget the baby Advil, just in case.  (They don’t sell that many places, you see.)  Even now, with the boys chipping in, I am the keeper of the Master List, responsible for making sure that clean skivvies are available for all and asthma medicine is packed and ready to go.

My list has three parts: To Pack (now); To Pack (once it’s clean); and To Pack in the AM (before we leave).  I arrange my list this way because it’s how my brain works.  To file these things together would leave me scrambling – Did I pack that yet?  Is that in the wash?  Do I have all of the toothbrushes?  And the AM list is essential, because anyone who knows me knows that I must be awake at least a full hour before my brain gears actually engage.  Until then, it’s slushy up there and I need a list to follow to be sure my hairbrush makes the trip.  It missed the last one, which apparently started a little too early for me to even follow a list correctly.

Of course I also make To Do lists (To Do Today, To Do Soon, To Respond To, etc); I make grocery lists (separate ones for the supermarket, Costco, and farmer’s market); I make lists about things I’d like to accomplish, things I’d like to do with my kids, books I hope to read, and ideas for writing.  My most productive days happen when I follow a well-constructed list.

I wonder if my grandmother felt that way.

Did I mention that my mother’s maiden name is List?

Simple Rules for Summer Visitors

During the summer at the lake, we have lots and lots of visitors.  We’re lucky and we have fun friends with excellent manners.  But apparently, everyone isn’t so lucky.  In talking to some other friends with lake houses, I’ve discovered just how fortunate we are.  I was shocked to find out how, umm, impolite some of their guests are.  So here, courtesy of my thoughtful friends and houseguests, are some Simple Rules for Summer Visitors:

  1. Mi casa es su casa.  This old saying, which, if somehow you don’t know, means My house is your house, is more than an offer of hospitality.  It’s an offer to fully participate.  My friend Sharee’ is great at this:  she jumps right in and helps, without ever having to be asked.  She helps make meals, she helps with kids, she helps pour drinks…whatever we’re doing, she chips right in.  I love her for it.  Take a tip from Sharee’ and stop waiting to be waited on.  Get your own darn drink.  And pour one for me, too, please.  I’m thirsty.
  2. Bring something.  Think about the time of day/days you’ll be visiting.  My other friend, Janet, wouldn’t dream of showing up without something in hand.  Usually, a lovely bottle of wine, but often something else, too.  When I have a bunch of friends over for dinner, for example, they all bring something.  It’s summer.  I don’t work here.  Thank goodness they know that!  If your friends don’t, give them this lesson from Janet:  don’t show up empty handed.
  3. Clean up after yourself.  Surely, your mother taught you this lesson when you were barely entering kindergarten.  But perhaps you’ve forgotten.  Or perhaps you’re lazy.  Whatever the case, strive to be more like my friend Sheri, who has the kitchen cleaned up before I can clear all the plates.  It’s so easy to have her visit because she isn’t sitting in the living room with her gin & tonic while I’m rinsing dishes and stuffing them into the dishwasher.  She’s standing right next to me in the kitchen, both filling that dishwasher as fast as we can, while we enjoy our G&Ts with our other hand.
  4. Beach fare.  If you’ll be visiting and heading to the beach with kids, it’s always nice to bring snacks and drinks to share.  Or, at the very least, bring a few treats for your own kids.  Either way works.  But if you bring nothing, everyone else is sharing their snacks with your kids, who are standing there looking sad and hungry when the popcorn and Pringles come out, but who have nothing to offer in return.  It’s sort of pathetic. 
  5. Take some time.  If you are a multi-day and multi-night visitor, please feel free to enjoy some time on your own.  Most hostesses, although I will admit, not all, love it when week-long guests go off to explore on their own for awhile.  My aunt and uncle were here for a long weekend, and they thought nothing of walking into town for breakfast on their own or taking a drive through the country.  Although I wasn’t hoping they’d leave, it did give me the chance to get a few things done while they were gone.  I’m sure they enjoyed a little time on their own, and I appreciated having a little space, too.  Our friends the Joneses are also good at this.  When they came to visit for a week, they took two different day trips to nearby sights.  Perfect.  They get to see some of what they want.  We get to keep some sort of routine.  All of us enjoy drinks together in the evening, and still enjoy several days in one another’s company.  Now that’s what I call a lovely visit. 

Is Stealing Wrong? I Need…

Last week, instead of doing the 25 Random Things About Me thingy, I stole this idea from Slackermama and came up with this.
I discovered that I kind of like stealing.  


So this week, I stole this idea from Coal Miner’s Grandaughter, who is quite funny when she wants to be.
So here is the product of my most recent thieving.  Enjoy!
I need
…a few more hours in each day.
…a few more minutes in each hour.
…a warm, sunshine-filled, palm tree-laden vacation (see above).
….to love my husband on purpose.
…to make the bed more often.
…to learn to let things go.
…to laugh with my friends.
…to laugh with my kids.
…to enjoy the present.
photo credit:  sirtrentalot