Some words about lists

I make a lot of lists. A. LOT. I normally have one or two "To Do" lists going every week. I keep lists of books, movies, music and restaurants I want to check out. Before I travel, I make a list of things I want to bring and all the locations I want to visit. Lately, one of my many [strange] obsessions is to collect the list of books I find in my library books. The lists are made my a previous reader of the book. It is a list that has all the other books the person before me checked out of the library on that day. I've even nudged Drew awake late in the night when I come across one. [He loves it] I find the lists so fascinating. And often I scribble some of the titles in my notebook. What the hell. The person obviously has similar taste. I love looking at their handwriting, the spacing, the comments (couldn't find, look next time...). I think it has something to do with my voyeur tendencies. This seems less intrusive, though, than looking in other people's windows. I think I've a recovering voyeur these days.

My sister in law, Alison, recently told Drew about a book she came across in Borders....a collection of found grocery lists. I was curious, did a google search, and found their blog. Fascinating. They've posted almost 2000 scraps of paper. Love it. I desperately want my grocery list to be found. Desperately. Although, they would probably have to start a new category for mine.

Type A person who misspells EVERYTHING. I organize my lists by aisle [see, type A] but I can't spell and instead of asking Drew how to spell something, I just 'do the best I can' [which inevitably is not very well].