|hens and chicks|
Even though I prune my lists fairly regularly, I also continue to add more blogs. There is simply too much inspiration to keep up with each day; some days, I try to visit a few blogs on each list and to leave a comment when something charms me, but often not even that gets done. If I weren't so darned nosy, being unable to visit all of the blogs I love each day wouldn't be a problem, but I AM nosy and hate to feel like I'm missing something.
I've also found that between this blog and my book blog, only one takes precedence. Sometimes one, sometimes the other--but they never get equal time. Usually, this blog gets the most time because writing the review of the books I read always seems more of a chore.
|Henry Deulberg salvia (this morning, a hummingbird was worrying the heck out of the salvias)|
Each morning, I drink my coffee outside and write a little "to do" list in my journal. The list always include a mixture of what needs to be done (laundry, vacuuming, groceries, etc.) and what I want to do (try a new embroidery technique, start a new prayer flag, experiment with....). Guess which items get marked off.
Yesterday, I knocked off one item that has shown up over and over for about two weeks: Put suitcases on top closet shelf. For two weeks this task seemed like too much trouble (to get the stepladder and take the very few minutes required to get this done??). But I finally did it, and my self-congratulations knew no bounds.
This small success has encouraged me to do some of the other items that I've avoided. The bill and junk mail drawer is now clean and ready for a fresh accumulation, the laundry has been put away, the check deposited, cat toys retrieved from under the sofa and stashed in little hide-aways for them to search out, holes drilled in the new planter....
I've accomplished several of the past couple of weeks' procrastinated chores, and now, instead of continuing, it is time to rest on my laurels!
I do not like the new blogger template. Not at all. Running through my mind is the old nursery rhyme: "I do not like thee, Dr. Fell/ The reason why, I cannot tell,/ But this I know, and know full well, I do not like thee, Dr. Fell."