The Third Habit

I will be the first to admit, doing work is work.  And sometimes that is hard work.  Which I don’t like to do.  But taking a page from Stephen R. Covey, you have to put first things first in order to get things done.  Or from the more amiable children’s book, The 7 Habits of Happy Kids, “Work first, then play.”  You need to do what you need to do, so you can do what you want to do.

Any chore can get in the way of things you want to do, and one in particular took the place of my blog posting time the other day.  I was sitting down, ready to get going with a post for the day, when it occurred to me that I had to look over the budget.  I enjoy working with numbers, but there is something that freaks me out a little about doing finances.  Part of it is discouragement of overspending, or reallocating funds to account for something else that takes a higher priority.

I know it’s important, but it detracts from the fun time.

Hence my second least favourite chore that gets neglected all too often, washing dishes.  Or as some call it, kitchen laundry.

Kitchen Laundry


A Lesson In Time Management


I’m a child of the Nintendo Generation.  No shame in admitting that.  But the other night, my daughter asked for a story from my childhood.  Exactly why, I don’t know.  She also told me that Toy Story was a movie from the “Olden Days” and I felt absolutely ancient because I saw it during its initial theatrical release.

Back to gaming.

When my family acquired our grey box, it was something that everyone had a hard time stepping away from, myself especially.  Perhaps my mom was a bit more strict and I just have the memories a bit more rose coloured.  But there is one day that sticks out in my mind, that left me a little mortified.

Before I was to head off to a day of school in the Fourth Grade, I was playing a quick round of Super Mario Bros. and I was having a lot of fun because neither my brother nor sister were bugging me for a turn to play.  Then panic set in, once it struck me that things were quiet because they had already left for school.  (Please note “it” in this case, represents my situation at the time, not my mom.)

Try as I may, I got to school late and had to report to the office before I could go to class.  This is where the embarrassment began, since I was an honest kid and saw no point in lying that I had been playing video games instead of heading to class.  But to take it a step further, I had to write this reason out on a card that I then had to submit to my teacher when I got to class.  Everyone in the office staff had a bit of a tut-tut attitude towards my excuse, as did my teacher, but mercifully, she didn’t read my note out to the class.

She did summarize it though.

Needless to say, I never played video games before school again.

The Easiest Thing I Quit

When you think about things you stop doing or quit, certain habits come to mind.  Smoking, drinking, or any other kind of addictive behaviour.  Most of these require a steady amount of discipline, or healthy habits to be but in their place.

But the one habit that was the easiest for me to break was blogging.  I tried to really get into it back in 2011, and for about two months I was doing remarkably well.  I was networking with others.  I was posting daily.  I really had things moving along, and I thought that things were really going my way.

Then I broke my back.

L1 Compression Burst Fracture with Spinal Cord Injury
L1 burst fracture to be precise.  

I was in the hospital for the next few days trying to figure out which way was up and trying to learn how to walk with a turtle shell strapped to me.  It was awkward.  It was painful.  And at the time, blogging was the furthest thing from my mind.

I tried to pick up the blog again, but I didn’t have the same drive.  This could also have had something to do with the fact that I didn’t have a laptop at the time, and so in order to blog, I had to sit at a desktop.  Moving around wasn’t my favourite thing to do at the time.  Also, I was using Blogger, and I had prided myself in adding media to my posts, and the easiest ways I found to do it was using HTML coding.  Which was a substantial pain in the butt compared to the WordPress UI.  Get up and sit down to frustrate myself with HTML code was not something I wanted to wrap my head around, so I found it easier to quit.

Right now, I’m suffering from a bit of a bug, and I was very tempted not to post anything.  But I don’t want to quit.

Not this time.

Alliterate Affections

Love Keys

When I read the daily prompt for today, I was a little puzzled on what to write about.  I couldn’t think of anything that had to do with the number 26.  Of all my cousins, aunts, uncles, sisters, parents, and in-laws, I couldn’t think of anyone who had any important life event that occurred on the 26th of any month.   My wife thought there were 26 chromosomes in the human genome, but we checked and there were 22 plus the X and Y.  Still short of 26.

Finally, we clued in that there was twenty-six letters in the English alphabet, and the wheels started turning.  First of all, there are also twenty-six letters in the Morse Code Alphabet, something that I am learning to compliment my Amateur Radio Licence that I just got yesterday.  But my wife, as always, had a better idea.

While dating, my wife and I were separated by a distance of approximately 150km (~93 miles) and we kept in touch via email and the occasional phone call.  I must note that this was in 2003 and neither one of us had any social media accounts nor a functional cell phone.  Email was the communication tool of choice, and I even got a Yahoo! email account to keep up with the volume of messages exchanged because I hit the storage limit on my Hotmail account.  If I remember correctly, I think the cap was something less than 500MB.

Seems so small in retrospect…

At one point in our digital letter exchanges, we started alliterative lists of adjectives.  Part mushy lovey stuff, part quirky, and part contest to see who could list the most.  We would trade off letters, I had ‘A’, she would do ‘B’, I would then do ‘C’ and so forth.  Not sure who won, but we did consult dictionaries to supplement our own lists after we got to ‘H’ and she sent me an extensive list for ‘R’ of which about a third of the words I couldn’t find definitions for and I held to the belief that she simply made them up.

We printed out our emails and kept them in binders.  My binder has been misplaced sometime in the past ten years, likely during a move, but my wife still has her binder.  Perhaps we’ll take a look at them again this week.