I’ve decided I need a list. Activities to do, when I’m not feeling creative enough to come up with anything on the spur of the moment. I seem to be having a lot of those days, lately. More doing energy than thinking energy. I used to have a kind of calendar of standing… well, stuff.

Not big, bank-breaking, once-in-a-lifetime, bucket list stuff. More… It’s Thursday Night and what the hell do you do on a Thursday night? list. Entertainment and something resembling food for under ten bucks list. Something to fill all those weird scraps of hours and minutes that are left over after everything else.

I’m in a smaller town, now. There aren’t a lot of that kind of thing, and there’s not a whole lot of room to be choosy.

I’m choosy.

I really am. I really don’t want to spend my ten bucks on the local cover band, or my scraps of time on art exhibits where Mrs. Somebody has painted a chicken on a gunny sack. I want to see something good.

It’s amazing how little I planned, and how much I did, anyway. The vague outlines of “what’s going on” were enough to keep me busy. Dance here, here, and here. Jazz on Tuesdays, an art exhibit on Wednesday–there’s always something… and some other thing on Thursdays… Impulse was enough.

So, now I need a list. Something, anyway.

I’m going to work on specific things first, and then more general “Every Tuesday” things.

P.S. I think there’s something wrong with my visit counter, so be sure you leave me a like or a comment to let me know you were here. If I figure it out, I’ll let you know.