Every winter I wish I were a bear. The perfect winter in my world would consist of one good snowfall in the middle of the week that would make the roads in the direction of work impassable but the roads to a ski slope open and clear. After that one snow, sixty-five degree weather would return and winter would be over. If I can’t have it my way, then I should at least be able to eat until I’m fat and happy, then settle in for a long winter’s nap!
Now back to reality. I have at least been productive so far this winter instead of curling up in my fuzzy robe and hibernating. Not that I have much choice considering in four months I have to move again and throw in a wedding and house remodeling to boot.
Here are some of my accomplishments since January: Hand dyed fabric for a big, upcoming project that I will show you eventually (yes, the purple fabric here), the wedding invitation designed, kitchen cabinets painted, in the process of learning pattern design, more pillows being made for my Etsy shop and various and assorted art pieces that may or may not see the light of day.
Upcoming projects for February: Probable website changes in works, this weekend begins the priming and painting of two bedrooms, we have to get estimates on some floor repair and pick out new flooring, planning on some socialization time for Odie dog at the park (he seems to be getting more anxious and fearful) and of course the dreaded taxes need to get finished. Whew!
What hasn’t been happening? House cleaning is at minimal capacity, dogs are not getting their full walks (it’s been cold, wet and nasty many days), cooking is uninspired and limited, social engagements are slim to none. There is always a trade off for productivity.
Things that mess up your tightly packed schedule? This guy!
Yep, Bad Bob. This week I got a text from D’s neighbors that his horses were out of the pasture. He was at work, so I got to drive the hour to his house, try to get the three escapees back in the pasture. I was woefully unsuccessful if you must know. After some discussion with the other neighbor, we deducted that Bad Bob had figured out how to unlatch the pasture gate and had done so twice in less than 24 hours. The neighbors had already put them back in the pasture once already early that morning! Then I got to drive back the hour home. About a three hour glitch in my plans.
I have come to conclusion that every living creature has it’s own unique personality complete with good and bad traits. Bob is eat up with mischief. A horse his size can get into a pile of trouble with that much misdirected smarts. I think this summer Bad Bob is going to begin some serious training and I’m going to find him a job!
Have a great week! Stay warm wherever you are.