Dump > Supermarket > Gallery

OK, I have things to do.
I have to write these things down.
So I remember them.
And can carry them with me.
I have a PDA.
I am scared or losing it.
Or breaking it.
Plus, this is sometimes easier.

I make lists. I have done for years. I've done it for a long, long time. At work, at home, at school, at Uni, personal, private, public. It all went on lists. It still goes on lists. Stuff to do, things to complete, consider, purchase, remember, keep.

Despite the fact I make the lists, a lot of the stuff doesn't get done. Procrastination. Maybe I just like making lists. Perhaps I should have been an archivist of some sort? Anyway, I have started to photograph the index cards I keep the lists on. The lists on the cards sometimes get transposed onto the PDA, sometimes they don't, sometimes vice-versa, it's a bit haphazard to be honest.
Never enough time is there? Maybe I should spend less of it making lists?

This said, I need them. Not in an OCD way, but in a 'this is an externalisation of my failing memory' way.

So, my daughter and I went to the dump with the old baby-stair-gate thing that is now broken and therefore not freecyclable as it is unsafe. I also took the old toaster. Out with the old. She drank her milk in the car and fell asleep as I strained to listen to Radio 4, can't recall the show.

Progressed from the refuse place to the local library and art gallery to view a work by a local artist. I'm doing a project with some local schoolchildren as part of a Masters course. I was doing a reccy of the place and the works prior to our visit there in January 2008. All good. I was impressed to see that the exhibition has paintings by Valette, Lowry and Liam Spencer too.