When it comes to lolly-gagging, dilly-dallying and dawdling, I am pretty hard to beat.
Now, mind you, if I have a set deadline, I will meet it with time to spare.
But, if you give me some loosey-goosey time frame, I will put tasks off until the end of time, or at least the very last minute until I have to rush to finish.
I was bad about doing this in school.
Once, I had a project due for a countywide competition for the local schools. In order to do the project, I needed a certain book, which I did not have but another student in my class did. Granny called the student’s mother to see if she was finished using the book and was told no.
“If there is only one book, shouldn’t there be time limits as to how long you get the book?” Granny asked the mother. The child had had it since the first ding dang day we knew about the competition.
“I don’t know that it will do Sudie any good since the entry is due Monday,” the mother replied. “In fact, it may be too late for her to even get started on it.”
For the record, it was Saturday night. In my young mind, I had plenty of time.
Granny frowned as she gave me a hard sideways glare. I had managed to omit that tiny little tidbit of information. “Well, don’t you worry,” Granny began. “She will get it done and turned in on time.”
When she hung up the phone, Granny turned to me.
“How long did you know about this here project?”
“A few days.”
“A few days? I see. Was it several days strung together into a number of weeks?”
I didn’t know what to say. It was clear I didn’t have nearly as much time to get something done as I thought.
“You know it is due Monday, right?” Granny asked.
I nodded. I had one whole day, minus church, and the remaining hours of Saturday to research this project and write up my paper.
“Why, oh, why did you wait until the last minute, child?”
“But, I didn’t,” I said. “The last minute would be Monday morning when it is supposed to be turned in.”
This made the old woman sigh again.
“Get in the car,” she ordered.
I wasn’t sure what she was going to do. Maybe we were going to the other child’s house and Granny was going to bargain for the book. Were we going to the library? Where ever it was, she meant business.
Neither happened. Instead, Granny and I drove around our county, looking at those historical markers and doing our own research. We went to the courthouse and even counted the windows to provide detail.
I was exhausted when I got home.
“Now, you sit down and write this,” she said.
“I’ve got tomorrow,” I began.
“Littl’ un, you park your tater in that chair. What if something happens tomorrow and you can’t write it? You are getting this done right now.”
The look on her face made me sit down at the table and keep my procrastinating mouth shut.
We stayed up all night, organizing my notes with Granny proofing my rough draft.
“Is it ready?” I asked her.
She shook her head. “Not quite, but you are getting there.”
After church the next day, I worked on it some more, until finally I had it completed.
“I am so glad to be done with this!” I exclaimed.
Granny frowned. “This wouldn’t have been so difficult if you had started working on it sooner. There is no reason whatsoever for you to have waited until it was due to start it. To do it right, you should have started on it several weeks ago.”
“But, Granny, it is not due until tomorrow!” I said. How could I not get her to realize that?
“If it’s due on Monday, it’s as good as being due this weekend. You knew about it long enough to get started on it weeks ago. You should have had a few weeks to properly research it and then at least two to write and change it. Let that be a lesson to you.”
And in some ways, it was.
Granny’s words taught me to prepare and look ahead at what needed to be done, so I could plan accordingly. I don’t like that feeling of being rushed and worrying about if something happens and I can’t get a task completed.
I don’t like thinking I have something hanging out there that needs to be done.
I don’t like it, mind you; but that doesn’t stop me from procrastinating in the least bit.
Sudie Crouch is an award winning humor columnist and author of the recently e-published novel, “The Dahlman Files: A Tony Dahlman Paranormal Mystery.”