Sunday, September 19

Another Flylady post

Yes, I'm crazy about Flylady.  Once I finish reading Sink Reflections I start all over again.  Here's a post from her digest today and it makes so much sense.  Only problem--you have to have an empty drawer...

Hi FlyLady,

Recently my 11-yo DS and I had the opportunity to rearrange his dresser. Thanks to you, we set aside his top left dresser drawer as his "tomorrow drawer."
Before he goes to bed, he puts his clothes for the next day in that drawer, along with his belt and a pair of socks and clean undies. Plus anything small he wants to remember to take somewhere the next day. Those are the only items in that drawer.
He is so excited about his Tomorrow Drawer! He has a launching pad for his backpack, but he didn't want his undies out where anyone could see them & neither would I (lol). And I am amazed when he appears fully dressed & ready to go.
Thank you for the inspiration. The tomorrow drawer is already working well and it will make mornings a lot easier next week when school starts.
Flybaby in CA

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Saturday, September 18

A Gem from the digest

Well, I was having qualms about working full-time until I'm 70, but this lady's post on today's digest on has inspired me to keep aiming toward that goal.

Dear FlyLady,

I am 72 years old & still working- - at my third career (first:phone company supervisor; second: math teacher; third: church secretary/bookkeeper). By using your method, my home looks better than it ever did.

I have my Flight Control Journal with morning & evening routines, weekly routines,& zone routines. I combine these with index cards for monthly, quarterly, & yearly routines. When I complete a monthly, quarterly, or yearly task, I move the index card to the next appropriate month.

I have your purple Office in a Bag which I carry with me everywhere for on-the-spot use. Therefore, I always have something to read, plus notecards and postage stamps with me. Being organized as you recommend, there's time to go to the gym before work, attend evening events & meetings, & play the organ for up to three services on the weekend.

Couldn't do it without God's help and yours, FlyLady!

FlyBaby T

Friday, September 10

What a Difference a Little Peace and Quiet Makes

When I'm at work doing paperwork, there are usually several people nearby and it's very difficult to concentrate when their work-related conversations concern topics which pertain to my work as well.  However, today I stayed in the library at one of my schools and worked for a couple of hours on preparing student data forms, which I use to track progress during the year.  There was even--gasp--a window near me which looked out over a landscaped area at the school.  Bliss.

In those two hours I probably did more concentrating than 8 hours combined at my usual work station.  Best of all, the feeling of frustration when trying to unsuccessfully remain focused was nowhere to be found.  What luxury.

Do you beat yourself up for having trouble focusing at work?  If you have solutions and/or suggestions for this dilemma please share.

Sunday, September 5

I Thought I Was Tough

Today a friend told me how she had helped clean out a 100+ year old house for several days last week.  The former resident was a bit of a "collector" and had saved dead critters in jars and other memorabilia in unexpected places around the house.  All the friends who pitched in to help the family clean out the house wore masks, due to the large amount of rodent droppings possibly being hazardous if particles became airborne, yet slept several nights in the house since it was so far away from any practical lodging.  They also found many treasures from the 1930's and 40's such as jadeite and depression-era glass.

I thought back to the times when friends helped a colleague de-clutter her house and we encountered almost fossilized cat droppings around the edges of the room and especially behind boxes filled with old papers.  The ammonia in the air made our eyes water and we all took showers and washed our clothes immediately upon returning home.  How is it that we get accustomed to smells inside our homes, or our cars, and don't realize that it's unusual to have an enclosed area smell that way.  When our attic exhaust fans turn on in hot weather my whole house smells like creosote from the chimney, until the fans' thermostats shut them off at night and the house returns to smelling like it should.  If I leave my used lunch wrappers in my car for several days then my car starts smelling like a greasy fast food kitchen.

I think I'll go out and hug on Stewey--he usually smells like he's been napping in the sunny hay barn.