For example, from the couch where I am sitting, I can see about a hundred projects, small and large, that I've started but not finished.
The stroller is in the middle of the room from our walk last night. I should fold it up and put it in the corner. After all, that's why I got a small one.
Along those same lines, the Baby Bjorn is strewn across a chair from another outing yesterday.
The mail keys are on the cat scratching tower. (Not an unfinished project, but just disorganization-- another talent I'm perfecting).
Under the Baby Bjorn is the king of all unfinished projects: the quilt I made for our wedding. I stupidly decided to hand quilt the darn thing, and it will never be finished. If I am truly to perfect this talent, I need more items like this.
Thankfully, I have a pile of dishes in the sink. This is one of those wonderful projects that keeps multiplying like Elijah's widow's cruse of oil. Happily, I will always have this project. Yay!
On my coffee table, I have a pile of paid bills, waiting to be filed. Mixed into this pile are some letters, birthday cards, unopened mail, pages torn from a magazine, and pieces of a project I'm working on for Christmas presents.
My journal is another project that won't ever be completely finished, but I keep working on it.
I'm reading Anna Karenina, which is sitting on the couch to my right.
There's a spiral notebook that I put on my coffee table so I could write with my free hand while nursing. It is still blank. Bad, Chelsea!
My pantry shelf has several pieces of fabric flopped over my electric skillet and a sewing machine shoved underneath. I don't know that I'll ever finish the burp cloths I'd started to make.
On the kitchen table are two boxes of apples. Since I didn't feel like I had enough going on in my life and this teensy tiny apartment, I requested on freecycle for some apples. On Wednesday night I went and picked to my heart's content, and I've been working on making applesauce ever since. This is also why I have a huge canning vat on my coffee table, empty jars all over the kitchen counters, bowls and pans littering the stove, and a bag of canning supplies hanging from a cupboard.
Once I'm finished canning (which may be after the applesauce or possibly after some grapes I have my eye on), I'll probably go ditch the canning supplies in our apartment complex's Room of Requirement, moving forward on my project of cleaning out my closet to make room for Kevin's bike.
Once I'm done with all that, I'd like to spend some of my free time practicing the piano. I have been working on one of Brahms's Intermezzos, and I'd love to polish it and possibly memorize it. I miss being able to sit at any piano anywhere and just play something.
Perhaps I'll get some of this done sometime. But Penny helps me add to this list by waking up and being hungry right when I've gotten to the middle of another project. It's a good system we've got!
4 comments:
That sounds like my house. I constantly swear that I won't start a new project until all the old ones are finished but I never actually stick to that.
What do you know?! We have the EXACT SAME TALENT! Remove the scratching post and the sewing machine and your place sounds suspiciously like mine!
I can definitely identify, except that I don't have the great reason of having a baby to take care of too!
I know what you mean about those dishes...I'm going to take a picture next time they all get done, which actually happens quite often, so that I can show everyone who comes over after I've cooked something that my kitchen really does get cleaned.
Maybe we could get some Extract of Melanie and then we could finish stuff too. Lots of stuff.
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