For the last two week-ends, I have planned to work on Eve's background, do some finishing, and start the prep work required before actually stitching on three different projects.
I got nothing at all done last week-end.
This is all I stitched this week-end just past:
This verse is also part of Hands to Work, Hearts to God.
Saturday morning I had finished reading the newspaper, had my first shot of caffeine for the day, and was idly contemplating different spools of thread so I could determine the best match for the finishing I was going to do.
And this is when Dearly Beloved came charging down the stairs. He was a Man with a Mission. He had A Project. And he wanted/needed/desired my assistance.
I, too, had projects. And why, you ask, did I let his Project supersede My Projects?
I've been married to this man for almost forty years, and I have learned that he needs supervision lest he wreak havoc on the project, himself, or the house in general. It is safer for all concerned if I "assist" him in his pursuits.
So I did.
And I'm making no plans for the coming week-end, just in case.
That's how it goes for a lot of us, lol! Plans are really just a wish list!
ReplyDeleteAnn, after a long, busy day with 'serious' issues I was just sitting reading this and that while keeping myself quietly occupied while Jim watched Jeopardy....well, I messed up his enjoyment by laughing out loud after reading your account and then reading Von's commentary about plans being wish lists.....I am making neither this year.... But thanks so much for the comic relief... I love the way you write!😃
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