Working the To Do List

On Sundays, after the newspapers have been digested, George Stephanopoulos watched and my yoga class attended, I peruse the week’s To Do List. And cast an anxious on the items that still need doing.

This Sunday, my list admonishes me that I still haven’t finished writing the press release announcing Tour de Forks’ collaboration with Tasmania’s Tourist Board. And packages don’t promote themselves. I’ve haven’t been to Tasmania yet, but doesn’t this delicious bit of prose make you want head out to Down Under?

‘It is a land of cream and honey – thick King Island dairy cream and honey from the leatherwood trees. The crayfish are as big as cats, the mountain streams so pure that the women come to collect the water like modern-day Rebeccas at the well…

Victoria Mather, Tatler

Love it - and hope it will inspire my writing of said press release.

I forget to call my doc and order up some malaria medication needed for a trip to Africa scheduled for the end of the month. That’s a must do.

And I still haven’t bought a dress for my son’s wedding, which will be happening three weeks from yesterday. Last week I fielded a bunch of ‘phone calls from friends and family. “Have you bought your dress yet?” “You’ll have to have it fitted, and there won’t be enough time!” “Nah…nah...I’ll head out to Bloomies and find something great off the rack.” I’m in control. Plus, I refuse to do one of those mother-of-the-groom-cum-bolero-jacket numbers.

But what if the result of my procrastination results in my being forced to don an ill-fitting dress. I’ll be captured for posterity in the wedding album – looking frumpy. Will I be "that" mother-of-the-groom? That couldn’t happen. Could it? If so, would that be worse than coming down with malaria …or not?

I know, I will highlight “buy dress for B’s wedding" on my To Do list and change its code to A1 in my Franklin Planner. Malaria medicine will be an A2.Question answered.

On to the press release.




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