It is the weekend for me but not for most of you, unless your days off are the same as mine. Plans? None. Vague Plans? Read short stories and Dickens's Christmas Stories; and hang out with my son, maybe even taking him out.
I have been trying to religiously follow a "To Do" list I have on my desk at work. What I do is if I have something to do or want to do I put the item on the list. If thing gets done, I cross it off. If this thing is to be a daily occurrence (like Chinese Study or a daily chapter from a book), I move the item forward to my to do list for the next day. If the thing doesn't get done but it is crucial that it is done eventually, I cross it off and move it forward. I find it keeps me busy and my mind is racing with ideas. I also find that I have given myself lots of time to read, but not to write or blog.
I will write the imperative "Google time management!" on my "To Do" list.
A Christmas Carol
Lazy as my Christmas will be, I am doing things in the Christmas spirit. On my to-do list, I have written "email Christmas wishes to old acquaintance". I have been crossing out the entry and moving it forward since I am making it a daily occurrence.
Doing this, I have something to tell that maybe should be written under the Changes headline. An old acquaintance of mine who was politically a conservative twenty years ago when I knew him in Winnipeg. He isn't now, which surprised me. Why he changed is something I will have to ask him about. Politically, my views have changed too so that I occupy his old position -- though of course mine is more nuanced. It looks like we traded sides.
Another thing I am doing that is in the Christmas spirit is try to read Christmas stories. I should also listen to Christmas Music but I forgot to put it on my to-do list. Anyway, last night I finished reading Dickens' A Christmas Carol. A great bit of writing by Dickens, and it was nice for me to see the specific details of a story I had assumed I knew by heart. The ghosts of my life past have been visiting me lately. Things that I would have liked to have forgotten, or attributed to myself in a foolish phase have suddenly hit me with the force of a slap. Oh, how I have withered away so much time! Oh, how presumptuous I have been!
I have also been asking students how much they know about the real Christmas story -- the birth of Christ. I had one student tell me Jesus was born in the Garden of Eden.
On my "To Do" list, I should write "invite the three ghosts to make a visit."