That seems like a question I ask myself often enough. I’ve got a lot of plans, things to do, places to see, people to meet, blogs to write. And then I have reality. Work life flows into home life (especially with my job in IT where I have a Blackberry which means getting calls and e-mails at odd hours). Balance can quickly turn into imbalance and one might just end up looking back and wondering how all those dreams and goals got relegated to the back of the closet.
So, I’m working on learning and implementing a new time management system and using my Microsoft Outlook a bit more efficiently in conjunction with my blackberry.
I’m keeping it simple. The 4-d’s
- If it isn’t important, delete it.
- If it can be done in 2 minutes or less, do it.
- If it isn’t for you or if you can, delegate it.
- If you need to do it, but it takes longer than 2 minutes (including reading), defer it.
There’s a pretty good article on Microsoft’s website here that talks about taking control of the inbox.
But, more important than what is in the article – part of organizing that to-do list should really get down to priorities. It may seem silly to schedule time in my calendar with things like “Call wife and tell her I love her” – but really, is there anything more important? There will always be more things to do than time to do them in, it’s just a matter or remembering those priorities about what is most important in my life and doing those things first.
For those of you not familiar with this man’s works, where have you been? My favorites from this author include
· Fahrenheit 451
· Something Wicked This Way Comes
And the man is just a creative whirlwind. When he was 80 he said the following:
“The feeling I have every day is very much the same as it was when I was twelve. In any event, here I am, eighty years old, feeling no different, full of a great sense of joy, and glad for the long life that has been allowed me. I have good plans for the next ten or twenty years, and I hope you’ll come along.”
At the same time, he’s like the original punk, out to do his own thing and comfortable with having that outsider status.
I don’t need to be vindicated, and I don’t want attention. I never question. I never ask anyone else’s opinion. They don’t count.
Rock on Mr. Bradbury! And congratulations on you newly published book Now and Forever: Somewhere a Band is Playing & Leviathan ’99 (July 2008).
Last week, I found out one of my chickens, Katie, is a pecker. She bullies my other little chicks, and in one case stripped off the back feathers of Isabella (another little chick). Can chickens be evil? This one is probably borderline.
She’s had a rough life. I tried introducing her and another chick to the flock too early – they seemed fine for the week where I’d let them mingle in the yard together, but when I tried that trick about sneaking them into the coop during the evening so the chickens wake up and go “Look, another chicken! Must have always been here.” what I ended up with was one dead chicken and Katie cowering in the corner the next morning.
I took her back out and tried it again a month later and she took to the flock, but now I’m finding her continually pecking at the other chickens in the yard, driving them away from the food, and in general being a big bully.
I’ve scoured the Internet about how to treat psychologically damaged chickens…Do I take her to chicken therapy? Maybe she needs an intervention with her other chicken friends. I wonder if the feed store has drugs to keep my chicken from being a pecker? It seems like there is a lot of work involved with helping a chicken with a pecking problem become less evil.
So it could be that I’m just lazy, or due to my already high body count as I’ve worked out the care and feeding of chickens in my backyard that I’m desensitized to further chicken death, but it seems that Katie is doomed for the stew pot. I just have to figure out a way to get it past my daughter that we’re going to eat her little Katie.
Maybe we’ll have a special dinner on Sunday… “Evil Chicken Surprise”.