One More Thing
Can anyone please guilt me into preparing the red carpet for the vacation arrival?
Thanks but I don’t seem to need any help with that. Guilt...got-cha covered.
I suppose I could clean out a drawer or two. I suppose I could dust the corners of the desk. I suppose I could continue to paint the walls a handsome color like I have held in plan.
I suppose I could.
I got on a high and painted three rooms over the Memorial Day weekend. I moved all the furniture this time and didn’t just paint around it. After the paint dried, I moved all the stuff back into place, hung all the pictures back up and put the cover-plates back on the electrical outlets. I was exhausted but very pleased with myself.
That was a month ago. Count it…thirty days and I have still got to finish the rest of the stuff. I think I wore myself out and the crash at the end has held my feet to the floor. I have been lucky this month if I could remain awake past 8:30 pm. While I sit and re-create my energy I ponder the thought that I have so many creative urges that I am not sure which one to indulge first. I have no trouble thinking up stuff to do, I just have trouble getting it all done.
Now, I am thinking thirty days is enough rest. The holiday is going to score me one and a half days off and if I can guilt myself into preparing the red carpet for the arrival…I suppose I could…
Re-upholstery the dining room chairs, hang the valances on the windows and fashion a suitable slipcover for the war-torn couch cushion that is now seriously thread bare. I have this really cool concept in mind for the wall in the garage that leads up to the main part of the house. Sort of like a welcoming thing, it is the first thing I would see as I come home from work everyday. I need to change out a couple of light fixtures and buy a new stove. I need to re-hang the bifold doors that have shifted and will not open to reveal the washer and dryer. Good enough excuse not to do the laundry that one girl can pile up. I must vacuum up the 4th cat and 3rd dog that resides on top of every surface that could catch a hair follicle from a winter coat shed. I have to put down those stick-em tiles in the closet upstairs where I pulled up the carpet 9 months ago. I could or maybe I should finish the new flower beds I have all landscaped out in my mind. I want to fence in the garden area and cut the bramble down that has taken over the front hedge. The gutters need cleaning again and the piles of leaves swept away. I want to cut the bushes back, clear the briars and spray to kill the poison ivy that has emerged again with a vengeance. I must begin painting the canvases that I have drawn out put stacked to the side and finish reading the self help book that I bought last week.
Tanner needs his shots and the cats, well they can wait.
I suppose I could…decide what to conquer first. As my mother always says, “Do one thing at a time”. If I keep on reading that self-help book one page at a time I might just get to the chapter on how to manage a larger list and a girl’s mind on a roll.
I think right now what I do best is to just think up a few more things to go on that list.
They certainly all got put there, “One Thing at a Time”.
Thanks but I don’t seem to need any help with that. Guilt...got-cha covered.
I suppose I could clean out a drawer or two. I suppose I could dust the corners of the desk. I suppose I could continue to paint the walls a handsome color like I have held in plan.
I suppose I could.
I got on a high and painted three rooms over the Memorial Day weekend. I moved all the furniture this time and didn’t just paint around it. After the paint dried, I moved all the stuff back into place, hung all the pictures back up and put the cover-plates back on the electrical outlets. I was exhausted but very pleased with myself.
That was a month ago. Count it…thirty days and I have still got to finish the rest of the stuff. I think I wore myself out and the crash at the end has held my feet to the floor. I have been lucky this month if I could remain awake past 8:30 pm. While I sit and re-create my energy I ponder the thought that I have so many creative urges that I am not sure which one to indulge first. I have no trouble thinking up stuff to do, I just have trouble getting it all done.
Now, I am thinking thirty days is enough rest. The holiday is going to score me one and a half days off and if I can guilt myself into preparing the red carpet for the arrival…I suppose I could…
Re-upholstery the dining room chairs, hang the valances on the windows and fashion a suitable slipcover for the war-torn couch cushion that is now seriously thread bare. I have this really cool concept in mind for the wall in the garage that leads up to the main part of the house. Sort of like a welcoming thing, it is the first thing I would see as I come home from work everyday. I need to change out a couple of light fixtures and buy a new stove. I need to re-hang the bifold doors that have shifted and will not open to reveal the washer and dryer. Good enough excuse not to do the laundry that one girl can pile up. I must vacuum up the 4th cat and 3rd dog that resides on top of every surface that could catch a hair follicle from a winter coat shed. I have to put down those stick-em tiles in the closet upstairs where I pulled up the carpet 9 months ago. I could or maybe I should finish the new flower beds I have all landscaped out in my mind. I want to fence in the garden area and cut the bramble down that has taken over the front hedge. The gutters need cleaning again and the piles of leaves swept away. I want to cut the bushes back, clear the briars and spray to kill the poison ivy that has emerged again with a vengeance. I must begin painting the canvases that I have drawn out put stacked to the side and finish reading the self help book that I bought last week.
Tanner needs his shots and the cats, well they can wait.
I suppose I could…decide what to conquer first. As my mother always says, “Do one thing at a time”. If I keep on reading that self-help book one page at a time I might just get to the chapter on how to manage a larger list and a girl’s mind on a roll.
I think right now what I do best is to just think up a few more things to go on that list.
They certainly all got put there, “One Thing at a Time”.