There are some things I’ve been meaning to do. For one thing, I’ve been meaning to make a list of the things I mean to do.
Try to be nicer to people I don’t like.
Try not to dislike so many people.
Sharpen all my pencils.
Do better job reading the newspaper.
Make bread in the bread maker I bought three years ago and never used.
Lose eighteen pounds by not eating ice cream.
Either wear them or take some of the old shoes and old clothes in my closet to Goodwill.
Go to see my doctor about that problem I’ve been having which goes away when I go to my doctor.
Fix the leg on the dining room table.
See the movie that’s going to win all the Oscars before it wins them and is too hard to get into.
Put a new washer in the nozzle of the shower so that one errant spray doesn’t get me where I don’t want to be got.
Organize my life.
Thank Blanche for the oranges she sent at Christmas.
Get a haircut.
Read a book. Finish the book I started two years ago.
Look at some of the television shows I’ve saved on type to look at later.
Buy new undershirts and socks to replace the ones with holes in them.
Learn how to type “Chinese”. ( This has been on my list for ten years now, during which time I’ve written so many Chinese essay with a “handwriting pad”.)
Get to bed earlier.
Find out how to program the VCR so I can tape a program I want to see that’s going to be on a week from next Tuesday at 10:30 because I’m going to be out that night.
Redo my tattered old personal telephone and address book, eliminating all the names of people I don’t talk to anyone because I don’t like them, because they moves away, or because they died.
Try to be the kind of person who really knows what he’s talking about more often.
Oil the hinges on the closet door in the bedroom that squeaks.
Stop during so much coffee.
Call several old friends I haven’t called.
Buy a supply of stamps to put on the penny postcards I’ve bought over the years that need more postage than when I bought them.
Get more exercise.
