Nothing, No, and Yes

"You seem to have a strong dependency on your calendar and to do list."

That's what my therapist told me last week. She's right. I never thought about my calendar and to do list as things one could become dependent on - "dependent on" being the polite way to say "addicted to".

So I was chewing on that when this morning I realized my to do list was gone. I guess I inadvertently deleted it when trying to manage my icloud storage. Didn't realize that was a thing that could happen. I felt panic set in, but it wasn't a panic attack. Just a long-lasting feeling of, "Now what am I supposed to do?"

As I write this I am about 15 hours separated from the moment I realized my to do memos were all gone, and even though I still feel like disaster is imminent due to the fact that my iphone reminder won't tell me to clean the bath drain Sunday evening unless I re-enter it on my to do list, I kinda feel calm. Like when you accidentally drop your keys off the side of a boat. There's no reason to get all worked up over it. They're gone. What can you do? And is anyone going to die? And will you figure it out and move on? Nothing, no, and yes.

A few weeks back Kenzo did "stained glass" art at kindergarten. At least that's what his class calendar said. My thought at the time was, "Well I hope the kids don't burn themselves on that molten glass."

As usual, I am proven to be a horse's ass.

Kindergartners aren't going anywhere near a glass furnace. Kenzo and all the other boys and girls in his class did "stained glass" art on plastic sheets, which he brought home the other day and which we stuck to the living room window and were admiring in the sunlight this morning.

Kenzo drew a curious montage that featured various shapes, a lizard, and Pikachu, which I mistakenly thought was a cat, much to his chagrin.

He and Osamu are pretty excited to run down in the morning and see the stained glass light project onto the curtain.

I got through the day without my to do list. Nothing caught on fire. I remembered to send the boys' body temperatures via the kindergarten app at the proper time without my to do list beeping me. As I was walking down to Izumi Chuo this morning I was lamenting that my comprehensive list of restaurants I've seen that I want to go eat at is gone.

Just then I walked by an Italian place I'd heard of that Eri and I gotta check out. I've heard good things.

I didn't start a new list. I just walked along and enjoyed thinking about what a nice time it will be when Eri and I can eat some good pizza and risotto.

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