listless

Steve and Alex are going to Canada tomorrow.

They both have an impossible amount of work to accomplish in 24 hours.

They both have colds.

They refuse to make a list.

I am befuddled.

Two weeks ago I suggested they make a list. They rolled their eyes.

“Um, we don’t make lists, mom.”

I believe they were mocking me. Both of them.

Last night I gently suggested that a list could be healthy and helpful.

I was greeted with silence.

I can’t bear this.

They may eventually make something list-like. But it will be on a scrap of paper, or on an iPhone, and certainly not in one’s best handwriting.

This morning I will make lists for them. In secret. I will lay them on the kitchen counter. I won’t even tell them it’s there.

But I will hope that it will radiate order and logic and guidance for good packing.

And for me? I have four days and a notebook full of lists. And of course, it’s in my best handwriting. The first item is “get them on the plane.”

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About kim tackett

Northern CA marketing consultant, writer of very small stories, and drinker of very strong coffee.
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