101/1001 (Week 143) Or, The End (Part One) So, The Penultimate Episode, Really

That’s it!  My 1001 days or 143 weeks or thirty-three months or two-and-three-quarter years of purgatory/fun/must-remember-to-do-something-on-my-list time has reached the end.

So, how did I do?

I didn’t complete all of the challenges – including, Find another 64 challenges for the list.  I found 38.  Technically, then, this project should have been called 75 Tasks in 1001 Days, but do you really want to argue with a menopausal woman so close to Christmas?  I thought not.

There are some I regret not doing:

• Get a job.  I didn’t.
• Leave my poems in 101 locations. (0/101).  I didn’t have the guts to be a poetry bomber; it seemed presumptuous to force myself on strangers.
• Read 101 new books (84/101).  I did a lot of reading, but mostly old favourites.  
• Save £1 for each completed task.   I never seemed to have it to spare.

Some I don’t:

• Win NaNoWriMo. This writer really doesn’t have a novel in her.
• Do a REAL spring clean.  Talk about your proverbial pipe dream…
• Ride my bike twenty out of thirty days.  (0/30).  Too much like hard work.
• Try out three new recipes (6/15).  Previous comment refers.
• Try olives AGAIN.  Forget it.  I can still taste the last one.
• Taste a courgette.  The olives put me off.

And some are on my To Do List:

• Answer all comments received in one day with song lyrics.  Too much fun to let go.
• Ensure Spud can cook before going off to university.  My timing was out: that’s next summer’s job.

Tune in tomorrow for the tasks I did manage to complete.

Remember the Scary Snail?  He celebrated the first anniversary.