I’m sitting at work waiting for someone to delegate or generate something for me to do. Admissions work is cyclical – lightning and pelting rain one day, soft air and magnolias the next. Begin again. We are in the quiet magnolia phase. One has time to think about all of the projects waiting at home. My mind reels with the enormity of chores that cannot possibly be completed within the confines of a weekend. Consider the garden. I STILL haven’t planted the tomatoes or arugula. The weeds in the herb garden are knee high and if I don’t prune the New Dawn rose it will become unapproachable. The long borders are on their own … Mr. Woodchuck is making his version of the Holland Tunnel in my own back yard.
The housework, my God, the housework. Let’s just skip over that category with the knowledge that I have nearly given up the ghost. The laundry and my cup runneth over.
And then there’s the never ending procession of UFO’s. I recently read (on the blog of someone that I very much admire) this wildly brilliant concept; she makes One. Quilt. At. A. Time! She finishes her projects!