What’s On Your To-Done List?

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my-dream-shopping-list_tanakawho-Flickr_CCBY2Here’s the big weakness of a To-Do List: life can’t be planned.

And (painful reality check), making a list does not make things happen.

You and I make things happen.

The truth is, To-Do Lists can make one want to yell. They can make one forget the magic of other people’s activities and intentions, because other people aren’t conforming to the List’s demands. To-Do Lists can cause resentment of life circumstances while obscuring the beauty.

I’m a lifelong learner, spontaneous-moment-lover, and unschooler of four kids–which means not only can life not be planned, we deliberately aim to let it flow organically instead.

So, for people like me, To-Do-Lists can generate guilt and frustration, which really wrecks the spontaneity of the moment. I rarely write out a To-Do List. It will only madden me. Besides, there are a lot of ways to get around a personal disconnect from the To-Do List worldview.

  1. Don’t assign deadlines, just cross things off whenever you get to them.
  2. Regulate life by the List.
  3. Exercise copious self-martyrdom and let EVERYONE know how hard life is, that the To-Do List did not get completed today. SO hard. SO sad. (While this is some people’s idea of a fun time, I start to hate myself the moment To-Do Pity creeps into my personal paradigm. Bleah, I turn into such a drag, I can’t even stand me.)
  4. KEEP A TO-DONE LIST INSTEAD.

I usually have a To-Do List in my head. it looks a lot like Method #1 above. But because the wheel-spinning feeling of “whenever I get there” started to drive me crazy, I decided to trade it in for two other things.

One is a wish list. Every time the future bothers me, or I find myself mulling some unrequited goal or dream, I write it on my wish list. Maybe I’ll get there, or maybe the journey will take me in another direction. Wishes are much less obligatory than goals.

The second is a To-Done List. Here, for example, is my To-Done List from last Saturday:

–Slept 8 hours (this is an achievement for me)

–Took Child #3 for music lesson

–Delivered freezer food to a family experiencing loss (very sad)

–Made lunch and entertained my senile, crabby and beloved grandmother at the same time–takes much energy, one must speak simply and carry the conversation because she’s forgetful and doesn’t form coherent sentences well anymore (draining but satisfying)

–Talked to my parents about their retirement dreams

–Ran out of gas 4 miles from town in a Canadian January with no cell phone, got myself and my 2 younglings rescued, got the car back on the road, got home, dropped off kids, called husband, had meltdown, returned to town on original mission of fueling up car in order to make it to church and funeral the next day. I WIN. HA. Also I feel stupid, but who cares because I WIN.

–Told some people about my publishing project (somewhat nerve-wracking)

–Admired my daughters’ updated wardrobes–always make time for pretty shoes, good karma will result

–Talked to a friend about writing (yay!)

–Talked to very tired, frustrated husband several times–keeping life and each other from going off the rails

–Sat in on husband reading to the kids after supper

–Smooched husband, thus successfully repelling all remaining wandering past-bedtime children

–Went to bed, locked door, ravished husband.

And then I realized that the day may have involved some crap, but I ROCKED that crap. The drained, wiped-out feeling is more often because I lived the day, not because I failed to.

A To-Done List does what a To-Do List can never do. It talks about what really happened today and how you handled it, not what you wanted to have happen and how you imagined yourself handling things that didn’t end up existing.

Things that don’t exist, don’t matter. The things that do exist are worth counting for what they are, not what they aren’t. I would much rather pass that daily value on to my children than the ability to write abstract notions in point form.

Making a list does not make things happen.

You and I make things happen.

That day that sucked? I’ll bet you the Eiffel Tower that you did carpe diem, whether the To-Do List happened or not.

You and I are not our goals, and they are not us. We are people getting down to the business of living, adapting and continuing through change.

So. What’s on your To-Done List?

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Savoury Beef Crockpot Soup

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A nice one to start at breakfast time for a ready supper. Piggybacks well with other meal preparations earlier in the day.

  • 1 pound stew beef, browned on all sides
  • 3 qts water
  • 1 onion
  • 2-3 cloves garlic
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1/2 to 1 tsp basil
  • 2 bay leaves

Simmer in medium-heat crockpot for a couple of hours or till lunchtime.

  • 4 medium potatoes, peeled and diced
  • 3 carrots, peeled and chopped
  • 1 cup celery, chopped
  • 1 tomato, chopped
  • 1/2 cup pot barley

Add to crockpot and let stew for the rest of the day. Served with Dave’s Super Salad and/or some homemade bread (and maybe a sailboat cake for dessert), feeds an entire family of hobbits.

The New Living Room

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Not the best photos, but you get the idea. I was going to wait till I get the French doors stained to match the flooring, but what the hey.

One thing that may not be immediately evident is that there’s a wonderful, tremendous amount of open space between the sitting area and where our dining room furniture is sojourning (due to another repair/maintenance project that can now commence in their usual abode). We had a special family dinner in there Sunday night, with elbow room to spare. Great fun.

Looking Forward

Two things happened at the end of the week. One, I was hit by a sudden, sharp wistfulness for an old friend. He moved to the West Coast to be a pastor some time ago. I tracked him down on Facebook and sent him a rude and demanding message, which is code for “hey buddy.” The response was immediate: 1) I’ll call you, and 2) I’m thinking of becoming a travelling minstrel.

He could pull it off, too.

Secondly, I read through some of my posts over the summer, sort of tracing the arc of what’s been going on spiritually. I’m okay, as it turns out.

I so totally was not when I screamed a few silent sentences into the intertubez back in the spring. Thank God, thank God, the merry band of smart chicks stepped in and did some intervention. Continue reading

Biodiesel and Apple Juice Go Together Nicely

We picked about 21 quarts of crabapples for juicing this year. This will make us about 35 quarts of juice. As promised to some Twitter pals (hey y’all), here’s the juicing recipe:

  • 3  quarts whole crabapples
  • 5 quarts water
  • 2 TBSP cream of tartar
  • 1 & 1/2 cups sugar

Boil the apples in the water till the skins crack. Add cream of tartar (draws out flavour) and let sit for 24 hours. Strain and add sugar.

For canning, process in a hot water bath for 30 minutes.

canning-juice

I used two big pots on the stove to get through this faster, as it had to be done before going away for several days’ sailing. Apples get dumped in sink to be washed, then scooped into a 3-quart measure with a slotted (rather than steel mesh) strainer. After boiling, the tartar goes in. Then the pot contents get distributed between several 5-gallon cooking oil pails. To strain, the juice is poured out (the pails come with lids and pour spouts) through the straining cloth, into other pails.

The pails are a biodiesel by-product. Well, actually, they’re a restaurant by-product, and the restaurant doesn’t want them back after Dave collects the waste canola oil for making truck fuel.

I have about a hundred of the things sitting in the yard. We give them away, or wash them up and use them for all kinds of things from hauling dirt to bulk food processing. They never see the chemical side of the biodiesel process, so I can take them straight into the kitchen still food-grade and just wash them up.

applejuicing

Oh, yeah. Always keep an old towel handy and the feet outa the way when tranferring large amounts of very hot splashy stuff.

Depression Jam

Carrots from Mom's garden; Mom's chokecherry jelly; and wild plums from the bush.

Carrots from my Mom's garden; Mom's chokecherry jelly; and wild plums from the bush.

No, it’s not depressing to make or eat. It’s a survivor recipe from the 1930′s or more likely before. It uses a particular plum simply known as the Canada plum or native plum. These things are about the size of a cherry tomato, a bit tart, and can be used exactly as they are without added pectin.

  • 6 cups plums
  • 2 cups water
  • 5 cups sugar

Boil the plums in the water for 30 minutes. Cool and pit (mash them through a sturdy, coarse strainer to get the pits out).

Add the sugar and boil for 15 minutes, stirring constantly. To can, process for 5 minutes to ensure a seal.

This jam works best with slightly less ripe plums, as the natural pectin’s a bit higher. At our first house, we had a wild plum tree in the yard–ornamental in spring, housed a wren through the summer, and fed us as well. They’re not bad eating when they’re closer to the tail end of ripe.

Best. Day. Ever!

We knew they were coming. They are two of our favourite people in the world. Listening to them talk is always uplifting. Always life-changing. We knew we wanted to honour them.

They’ve poured out their lives on mission fields where they could have died for their faith. Their children’s school was shot up. Where the rest of us might see terror, they see God. Continue reading

The New Room: The Home-Show Pan

We’re totally moved in, sans walk-in closet at this point, but I’m low on motivation and high on tired, so I won’t be getting that drywalling done this week.

We’ve made a point of only putting the truly wanted and loved items in our room. It’s been our daily read-aloud haven for the past week. The kids have helped to bring in and move furniture. Continue reading

Blech. And, Yum.

Blech. It is a yucky, cold, rainy, cloudy day. I planted strawberries and garlic and trees, my hands got stiff, and my rubber boots nearly got sucked down into the mud. But that’s okay.

Yum – it’s a perfect day for baking bread. Here’s my tried-and-tested original hodgepodge Wholegrain Bread Recipe. Continue reading