It's been hard for me to get back into the swing of things since I got back from California last month. I've been dawdling. I've been reading. I have to do my taxes. I've got to call a plumber to fix a toilet that won't flush. I've got to wash the kitchen floor.
I know that when this happens I have to start somewhere and do something. So the laundry is done, the sheets are changed, the living room and dining room have been vacuumed. I have a batch of vegetarian chili all made and ready for my lunches this week. The week's dinner menus are planned. The bills have been paid and the checkbook is balanced.
Last weekend it was so nice and warm I spent the time outside raking the shade and vegetable gardens. I planted some Arugula and some spring lettuce. I also trimmed back the clemantis over the carport and prepared the bed by the side of the driveway.
I haven't been idle, but I haven't really wanted to get into the studio because I knew if I fell in love with a project, the other stuff wouldn't get done.
There is one thing that has been bugging me for a long time, and I finally decided to do something about it.