For some bizarre reason, I am having a problem finishing things off today.
Oh, believe me, I have had no trouble at all starting things. The evidence is strewn all round
the house and just gazing upon the chaos of Unfinished Business is making me feel tired out. I think it might have been better if today had been a busy day, when I only had time to do whatever was marked down in the diary. If I had gone out, for example, I
wouldn't have been able to start anything and it wouldn't have been left unfinished, to taunt me when I returned from wherever I'd been. If you follow my drift.
Here are just some of the things I have started
today and, so far, not finished.
I am still working my way through charting Mr B's family, inserting names into my Family Tree Maker program and matching up photographs. Mr B has been doing a fine job scanning
the photographs in for me though even he is suffering, like me, from Lack of a Energy To Finish the Job. My main problem is that I have forgotten how to record second marriages into my charts and two of the thirteen off-spring of patriarch Arthur Ball married
more than once. Somewhere or other there must be a Help button but I can't locate it and, even when and if I do, I am not convinced I will understand the instructions. I think I am, perhaps, 75% through this task but the final 25% is eluding me.
Secondly, I am trying to sew up my latest knitted Christmas creation which is bound for Wales if I ever manage to finish it. You are probably thinking that it's not even November yet so what am I worried about but, you
see, members of our Nomination Whist group on Wednesday have been watching my progress with interest and will be expecting to see the finished article come Wednesday.
It's always the same with my
knitted creations - I invariably find myself hesitating over their faces, so terrified am I that I will spoil everything by making my toys look scary, weird or unnatural in the extreme. I am haunted by my Bob the Builder, whose face never did look right. Mind
you, I made a better job of him than the TV company which has decided to update the beloved Bob. Have you seen what they've done to him? "Can we fix it?" "Not very likely!" is the despondent response.
in the kitchen I am transferring food from one cupboard into another, larger cupboard which once housed our old boiler. I am having, in short, a Right Royal Turnaround. Mr B is really worried that the Usher Gene is being let loose in our kitchen like an untamed
tiger or other predator. He has been watching David Attenborough's "Life Story" so he knows what can happen when the forces of nature (i.e. the Usher Gene) are unleashed on an unsuspecting world (i.e. Our kitchen.) I, however, am fuelled by the knowledge that
the Youngest of the Darling Daughters is visiting on Tuesday and Wednesday and will be incredibly impressed if I can show her a clear kitchen surface. Or two.
Maybe I should have concentrated on just one task
today? I might have stood a better chance of finishing it off. Although I might have become bored and decided to head off to the Health Club. Where I was, indeed, planning to go, once I'd finished doing something. Anything.
Tomorrow is another day, so I plan to wake up ready to go. Where I will go is, of course, a matter for debate. The clocks go back so we will have another hour, either in bed or finishing off something which didn't get finished yesterday. Guess which.
Anyway it is still today and I need to make sure that I finish my Daily Blog in its customary style. You will be expecting a clever ending, I am sure, or perhaps something thoughtful and inspiring.
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