I started an oil painting of the Dixie, a vintage paddle boat from Lake Webster. Since starting to write seriously my poor picture is drying.
As well, the material I bought to make a bedspread for the cottage is still in the closet.
I have so many projects I want to accomplish this winter. I'm task oriented so staying focused isn't my problem. Also, I don't procrastinate.
My biggest problem is there is just so much I WANT to do.
I guess I'll just have to prioritize my desires.
The older I get...did I say that?...At 53, cough, cough, (how did THAT happen?)...I feel time racing by me. I remember as a child wishing my time away wanting to grow up. Now, I wish I were younger. What's up with that?
