Not my strong strait. I try but seems I never get it right. I have a friend whose daily routine is so organized she does the same thing at the same time every morning and most of the day. The only change to her routine is if she goes shopping etc. The clock strikes 10 and she is off to bed, every night. I'd never be able to rule my life in this manner. I never do the same thing every morning or any other time of the day. The closest I came to that was when I worked and had to be at work at a specific time - and had trouble doing that.
I never get up at the same time, and definitely never go to bed at the same time. My bedtime ranges from 9:00 pm to 4:00 am. I seem to have developed as I age my Mother's sleep problems. I remember that she slept very little at night when she was older and napped during the day. She slept for several short periods rather than one long restful sleep at night. She loved to read and if she got a new novel or 2 she'd read day and night until she finished the book. I used to laugh at her reading method for a new book. She read the last few pages - couldn't wait to see how it ended, then a few in the middle, then read the book front cover to back.
I find I have nights when I just don't go to sleep no matter how hard I try. So rather than waste the time rolling in bed, I get up and do something. If I'm home I watch TV and sew or watch TV and work on the computer. I'm always doing at least 2 things at the same time.
I've tried recently to get some of my things more organized. I have made a log on my computer to keep track of all the Block of The Month (BOM) blocks I'm receiving every month. To keep the progress of blocks in work and finished. I've got plastic shoe boxes to house each quilts set of block BOM. I've got a large plastic storage box with lid to house the gallon sized zip-lock bags with my Unfinished Projects (UFO) inside. I have all my EdMar threads in a large bag, and I have all my DMC embroidery thread on bobbins in plastic boxes made for this purpose.
Since retirement in 2000 I've been somewhat of a gypsy and moved and done for the most part what I wanted to. I moved to Yorktown to be near my youngest daughter. Shortly after that she changed jobs and didn't have the time off she'd had before. I found the people in Yorktown to be stuffy and cliquish. I'd tried unsuccessfully for a number of years to get training on computers, so checked into this at a school in Victoria. They said they provided it but I had to take an advanced electronics course to get it. The computer training was supposed to be included in the curriculum for that course. I say supposed to be, because when I got to the computer part at most it was 6 weeks, the entire course was around 14 months more or less a couple of months. I was very disgusted. I'd asked questions and more questions only to be told I had to complete the electronic part. Never really getting good answers as to what the computer training entailed. When getting there I realized it was just tacked on to get more students and that the instructor wasn't versed very well on computers. He taught what was before him but didn't know his subject.
I'd moved to Victoria from Yorktown and was staying with my Granddaughter, Cassie while going to school. Yorktown was about 40 miles one way from Victoria and with gas costs beginning to raise it was financially impossible for me to drive back and forth 5 days a week.
Graduated in June, Cassie's lease was up in Sep or Oct she was moving and I did also. I'd put all my household items in storage. So added the things I'd had at her apartment to storage and stayed with Carlene for a short time. I checked schools in San Antonio - I still wanted to learn about computers - and found one that offered and intensive course on computers. It also contained a lot of electronic training - but they gave me credit for that part from the school I'd just attended. The computer training was 8 months - much more what I should have gotten in Victoria. So I found a small efficiency apartment near the school, packed enough furniture and belongings to survive and moved to San Antonio. I got my diploma in May the following year. When my lease was up in June, I'd decided to move back to the Temple area and live near a person I'd worked with at the VA Hospital in Temple.
Since my retirement in 2000 and her retirement in 2001 we'd become close friends enjoyed a lot of the same things. She lived alone as did I and when I asked her what she thought she said how soon can you get here. Told her needed to put what I had in the apartment in storage, go to the doctor as I'd become extremely weak, and then I'd be there. Well after a lot of struggling I got things out of the apartment and in a storage unit. Kept the doctor appointment and found I was very low on potassium. In 1999 I had gallbladder surgery and tests showed then I was extremely low on potassium. I'd thought that it was caused by the infection I had in my gallbladder. But seems it is a trait that I inherited from my Father's side of the family. I remember my Father complaining of foot and leg cramps - but taken as a nuisance then and never investigated medically. And, I'm not sure then they would have suspected potassium levels as a cause. Recently I reconnected with a cousin, descent of my Father's oldest brother. She too suffers from low potassium.
I now watch my potassium level and take over the counter pills (when I remember to) and try to eat on a regular basis foods rich in postassium.
I stayed with my friend, found a house across the street from her and lived there a year. I was subjected to the landlord witch from hell. she was unreasonable, and made life miserable. She decided I wanted to buy the place but would never give me a price or terms and said after another couple of months she'd discuss it. At end of lease I moved. At the time I was working for a Realtor and rented a house he managed (Huge Mistake). He told me the owner wouldn't be back for at least 3 years. She arrived back less than 30 days after signing the lease and wanted her house back. I fought to stay in the house, after all I'd just moved and had partially unpacked, I didn't feel like house hunting, repacking and moving again so soon. I finally got tired of her harrassment and the fact she wouldn't fix things that broke. The multimeter box was faulty and was a fire hazard and she wouldn't fix it - so I put everything back in storage and stayed with my friend again.
I will hopefully move ONCE more and then stay put - at least that is my desire. I forsee no reason to chase after a course as I did with my computer training. No other friends that I want to live near, now I am at the point I want to find a place (maybe buy) and stay put.
Then I can get things organized, and get projects finished, find new ones and finish them. Sounds like a plan now to make it work.
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