I discovered the “reminder” app on my iPhone. Hubby showed it to me, actually, and now I can’t live without it. I truly wonder how I got anything done without it.

In the olden days, I would call home and leave myself a message on my answering machine. I’d walk in and see the flashing light and think, “Hey! Someone called me.” (To state the obvious: Simple things amuse simple minds.) With the next technological jump, I’d arrive home to find a slew of emails, all from myself to myself.

Fast forward to the next decade, century, millennium and now my iPhone is dinging me all day long. Things to do before I leave for work, things to do at work, things to do after work but before I arrive home, things to do after I get home. I get quite the sense of satisfaction when I look at it and it counts the items I’ve checked off: 17 Completed. Not all in one day, of course.

I feel so . . . accomplished.

Yes, indeed, I actually did all those tasks. Ding and I put my new insurance card in my vehicle. Ding and I mailed my brother a card. Ding and I made a dentist appointment. Ding and I picked up a new map of Texas.

There are some evenings when I hear yet another ding and think “Really, what else is there left for me to do?” Sure enough, it was something I thought of earlier and had already forgotten.

Oh, wait. I just heard another ding. Guess I’m not finished with my self-assigned assignments. Gotta go.