Small decisions

It is probably safest if I limit myself to small choices – pick up this, or put away that. Go down the left side of the chart, or perhaps the right. Oh, wait, there is a center section!

You get the idea. Large decisions are not to be made lightly, for they can’t be changed. Small decisions? Well I have a seam ripper and know how to use it! Of course, I am making the distinction between organization and decisions. Being organized would eliminate many of the small decisions since I would have all the materials (els?) ready to hand. I would have a plan. 

First would come the over-arching plan which would include setting goals for sewing, quilting, knitting, cross-stitch, organizing the craft room, the garage, and our bedroom. Now I am exhausted just looking at the list and need to refill my coffee mug.  Or take a nap. Or read a book. 

Since all of that wound up being too challenging, and I don’t appreciate seeing thousands of unmasked American football fans packed together in stadiums I retreated back upstairs to continue to hunt down floss and place stitches. Or rip out stitches as the case may be while watching a number of the recorded sessions that I missed from a Nov conference. 

Decisions – I am thinking about making a list and finding that 20 sided die….

 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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