I am a listmaker, and I often make lists that turn up months or years later, much to my amusement. Most of the time they make sense; lists from when I was teaching and had a million and two things to do for lesson planning, grading, speech and debate coaching, etc. Sometimes they make absolutely no sense at all, and I have to rack my brain for any clue as to what in the world I was thinking about at the time (with no luck).
I spent an hour and a half tonight cleaning up my computer, because I was down to the legendary 2" x 2" space on my desktop, and my folders looked as if a burglar had been through and ransacked everything. While organizing, I came across a folder entitled "Note to Self." I don't remember making it, and the contents of the folder are classic Elizabeth list-style.
1. My Apple network ID number in case I forget
2. Instructions on how to print out Avery labels for Christmas card return addresses
3. The name of a grape farm in California that sold the best grapes I've ever had (purchased in Colorado Springs at King Soopers. They must have been good, because I must have googled the name on the label of the bag!) Guimarra Vineyards, if you're interested.
4. A monster list of things to do that I typed up before we put our house on the market entitled "House Reckoning." This is the list that caused Matt's wedding ring to be swallowed by the universe, never to be seen again.
5. A list of the magazines we subscribe to
6. A copy of this Eric Carle lithograph, which we would someday like to buy for Gracie 
