Two Do.

I stumbled across this site today. A compulsive list-maker, I found it good to see how many others enjoy encapsulating life's less pleasant chores -- taxes? and credit cards? and diskettes? and banks? and a wart, just because life wasn't good enough with all of them there taxes? -- into neat, manageable, polite tales of responsibility and procrastination. This one caught my eye for one reason: I've always marveled at those who do not cross, and double-cross, and then neatly scribble out the things they've managed to achieve on one of these babies. What's the good of keeping a list if one doesn't have the satisfaction of erasing errands into oblivion?

In the end, however, I prefer to keep other lists -- the kinds one doesn't have to, want to, or prefer to erase:

Prayers answered.
Sounds coming from the neighbor's house.
Summer loves.
How many days until.
Books to read.
Aid organizations.
Craft ideas.
Names.
Why I love him.
Letters to write.
Five-year goals.
School supplies.
What I don't understand.
Essay ideas.
Conversations to have.
Questions to ask.
Clothes to modify.
Christmas gifts.
Classes to take.

And, of course, Wart.