Can you wrap your mind around the fact that we are already two months into the New Year? Well, if you can, I envy you. I am certain that if I take the time to catch my breath and look back, I will see that my list of accomplishments for the present year is longer than I think just now. But, of course, it is nowhere near what I would like it to be. As always, I have lofty ambitions, but neither time nor the energy to get to most of them. When the pull in so many directions is so strong, how does one go about choosing, about prioritizing, from among all the options? Some of these options are most attractive, quite alluring in fact, but many of them are more fundamental, the sundry chores and tasks that life seems to endlessly require.
I split the difference between the two birthdays, satisfied that most of my children and grandchildren could make it. Though there were a couple of absentees sorely missed, and the weather was only partially cooperative, it was quite enjoyable. I had paper lanterns, outdoor decorations, a new croquet set and a pinata. My plans were for an outdoor centered party, taking advantage of the mild, late winter weather here in Florida. While the light rain did stop in time for the actual party, and we did hang the pinata, most of the festivities were indoors. The best laid plans...
Though I lost what little organizational steam I had when the weather betrayed me, it all went quite well. Our two little Alice's, complete with blue tulle tu-tus, ran and romped in the yard, had lots of food, candy and cake, beat the poor pinata into a heap of lavender and pink scrap, and got loads of presents. I always mean to take more pictures of these events, but seem to get lost in being the hostess. I have included a picture of my checkerboard cake which almost came out right. Whatever it lacked in aesthetic perfection it made up for by being quite delicious.
Pinterest Cake Board.
Once again I have digressed somewhat. Chaos indeed. It is my normal state these days. I am not, at present, an organized housekeeper. I tend to be hit and miss, doing a chore here and a chore there rather than applying myself and getting the job done. I freely admit to being one of those people who can get side-tracked in a tunnel. I start on one thing, only to notice something else and forget, or have to go back and finish what I first started with. This was not always the case, though my following admission was and is. Once I get going on something, I am something of a perfectionist. I can not easily tolerate jobs done shoddily or without an eye to detail. What might be a good trait in some instances becomes a character flaw in my case. While I often can delegate chores, have them done by another family member, somewhere in my secret heart I believe that I am the only one who can "do it right". The fact that I know about this failing and acknowledge it in a mostly open fashion should be a good thing. And I am working on it! It seems to be a stubbornly (Extreme stubbornness is another personality quirk I am not always proud of.) ingrained trait though, and causes me not only regret at my own judgmental thoughts, but also a fair amount of extra work. If I do it, I can not lay blame on anyone else for it not being up to standards. So, there you have it. Another not so secret shame hung on the line for all to see.
|Home-made Strawberry Jam. Signs of Spring.|
|In the Craftroom|
|Doing the fun "stuff"|
"Before Enlightenment, chop wood carry water,
after Enlightenment, chop wood carry water."
|Cassette Case re-purposed for storing ribbon spools.|
As I recount recent events, and look at my photos of projects and jobs I have undertaken and completed since this year began, I feel a bit better. It is good to take inventory from time to time as we rush headlong through our crazy lives. I have indeed accomplished more than I was consciously aware of, and still had some fun along the way.
Our weather continues to be strange. It has either rained or been overcast well over half of the time so far this year, and when it is not damp and cool, it has been windy and cold for the most part. Not the sort of cold most of the country has endured these early months of 2014, but still odd and uncomfortable. Last year at this time, the lawn and pasture were mostly dry and brown. This year, the lawn seems unaware that it is not supposed to be growing. My son and I mowed it during the week before the Alice in Wonderland Birthday Bash, and probably will again before too very long. When I glance out the window, I see much that is lovely and green, but still have little wish to be out there.