Tuesday: Joined Twitter to let everyone on Yahoo mailing list, including my congressperson, know about new eBay store. Turns out everyone could give a rat’s ass, except congressperson, who sent kind, personal reply expressing appreciation for my concern and promising it will receive his immediate attention. Think he has his eye on pink size-2 sleeper with bunnies.
Today—am trusting you to hold me to this—am adding designer women’s garb, tattered Levi’s, clumps of infant stuff, and some brass candlesticks, unless decide to keep for purposes of filling with candles and lighting them in prayer ritual for success of eBay store.
The A.D.D. process
Attention-deficit-disordered persons seldom take straightforward approach. For example, I can’t do this kind of work—laundering, assembling, photographing, folding, putting items in protective and environmentally unfriendly plastic bags, and the like—without start-me-up music.
Here’s a sample (go ahead, click it!)… Start Me Up – The Rolling Stones
A.D.D. project management, in a nutshell, goes something like this:
- Decide to sell items on eBay store
- Ruminate on decision for, oh, 93 hours, give or take
- Decide to take plunge
- Can’t remember what am plunging into
- Bump shin on box of brass candlesticks, jogs memory
- Decide to keep brass candlesticks; where the hell are candles?
- Roll up sleeves, get to work
- But first, need music
- MP3-player can’t be located
- Decide, after tear house apart, to look in MP3-player case; voila!
- Battery is dead
- Decide to buy batteries, when solvent
- Weeks ensue
- Have money, buy batteries, pat self on back
- Days ensue
- Put battery in MP3 player
- Dissatisfied with music selection; need Sousa marches and the like
- Load MP3 player with honky-tonk, bluegrass, favorite upbeat music such as theme from The Great Escape (ghoulish, when think about tragic WWII context, but not when focus on Steve McQueen sexy smirk, or James Coburn with help from French underground [or Swiss?] riding bicycle to freedom)
- Elmer Bernstein was greatest movie composer ever
- Steve McQueen’s first name was Terrence
- Where was I?
- Oh. Gathered up newly loaded, fresh-batteried iPod wannabe, headphones; damned iPod wannabe keeps falling out of pocket
- Ready to roll… after nap
May Whoever’s On Duty bless You and Your endeavors. —Mary