In every corner of my house, projects await me.
After spending a week housesitting for me once, a friend told me, that I have a reader's house. I said what do you mean? She explained that at every seating area in my whole house, there was proper lighting provided for reading.
I hadn't noticed it until she pointed it out. But it was true. I guess I figure if you are going to be sitting down, you are going to be reading.
But this also encourages...... piles.
At each of these the four "reading" places at my house, there are piles waiting for me. In my computer room there is the work table where a fabric purse is all cut out and ready to sew, waiting for me to get my act together and sew it up. Along with a pile of scrapbook projects with the attending supplies. Near that table is a cozy chair and table that I like a lot. On that table are all my workbooks from a class I am taking which has undone homework for this week and a journal with a book I have been reading that I want to copy quotes out of. In the living room There is a clipboard with Sudoku puzzles on it, and a writer's prompt book plus another book I intend to re-read by Rabbi Steinsaltz. And finally by my bed, I have a huge paperback book with all the Chronicles of Narnia in it, and another journal that I write a bit in before I go to sleep at night. Not to mention a wonderful relaxation CD and player that is ALWAYS calling my name.....
OH! I almost forgot.... the little desk in the cupboard. But then, I haven't had to write in the closet for a long time. But there is a chair, a desk and a lamp in there in case I need to.
The point is,
(There is a POINT to this drivel?)
Yes there is, my testy friend. The point is, that as I walk around the house I glance at all these piles. They all wave to me, jump up and down, wave signs like those people do alongside the road. The ones that twirl around and the people are usually dancing with an ipod in their ear.... in any case every one of these projects is eager to be dealt with. And it is interesting, I do tend to gravitate to these places at different times during the day, visiting them all eventually..... Though nothing is written in stone.
The trick I am trying to pull off these days is to walk by without feeling any kind of guilt that I'm not stopping to take care of a few things at each of these reading places.
Oh yeah, add to the pile, my newly acquired manuscript from the friend of a family member. He asked her to critique it for him by the 15th of July, and she is just too swamped to do so. It's a self help book about relationships. I'm going to take a crack at it. But I don't have forever to fiddle around with it, so it sits atop some older projects, who now have their noses out of joint about being bumped for an unknown upstart.
It's a good thing they can't talk, or I would have to get earplugs.
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"Well, it seems simple
to me really.
Everyone should just
take a number.
Really, these problems
she has are so
easily solved.
She should just
ask me first
before going on
and on about it.
Buk buk?"
After spending a week housesitting for me once, a friend told me, that I have a reader's house. I said what do you mean? She explained that at every seating area in my whole house, there was proper lighting provided for reading.
I hadn't noticed it until she pointed it out. But it was true. I guess I figure if you are going to be sitting down, you are going to be reading.
But this also encourages...... piles.
At each of these the four "reading" places at my house, there are piles waiting for me. In my computer room there is the work table where a fabric purse is all cut out and ready to sew, waiting for me to get my act together and sew it up. Along with a pile of scrapbook projects with the attending supplies. Near that table is a cozy chair and table that I like a lot. On that table are all my workbooks from a class I am taking which has undone homework for this week and a journal with a book I have been reading that I want to copy quotes out of. In the living room There is a clipboard with Sudoku puzzles on it, and a writer's prompt book plus another book I intend to re-read by Rabbi Steinsaltz. And finally by my bed, I have a huge paperback book with all the Chronicles of Narnia in it, and another journal that I write a bit in before I go to sleep at night. Not to mention a wonderful relaxation CD and player that is ALWAYS calling my name.....
OH! I almost forgot.... the little desk in the cupboard. But then, I haven't had to write in the closet for a long time. But there is a chair, a desk and a lamp in there in case I need to.
The point is,
(There is a POINT to this drivel?)
Yes there is, my testy friend. The point is, that as I walk around the house I glance at all these piles. They all wave to me, jump up and down, wave signs like those people do alongside the road. The ones that twirl around and the people are usually dancing with an ipod in their ear.... in any case every one of these projects is eager to be dealt with. And it is interesting, I do tend to gravitate to these places at different times during the day, visiting them all eventually..... Though nothing is written in stone.
The trick I am trying to pull off these days is to walk by without feeling any kind of guilt that I'm not stopping to take care of a few things at each of these reading places.
Oh yeah, add to the pile, my newly acquired manuscript from the friend of a family member. He asked her to critique it for him by the 15th of July, and she is just too swamped to do so. It's a self help book about relationships. I'm going to take a crack at it. But I don't have forever to fiddle around with it, so it sits atop some older projects, who now have their noses out of joint about being bumped for an unknown upstart.
It's a good thing they can't talk, or I would have to get earplugs.
[album 65561 GoofyHen2.JPG]
"Well, it seems simple
to me really.
Everyone should just
take a number.
Really, these problems
she has are so
easily solved.
She should just
ask me first
before going on
and on about it.
Buk buk?"