My dog is a grouch and so am I.
Winston and I are in a funk.
You know how you'll be at the store and see something you desperately want, and then you're like, "Oh, but that costs $75 and I don't want to spend that kind of money! I'm saving up for [a rainy day/groceries/gallbladder surgery/a trip to Hawaii]."
And you're all good and feeling great about the money you didn't spend, and then you go home and the plumbing in your kitchen explodes and it costs like $500 to fix it? And you're like, "Dang, I could have afforded that thing at the store after all... of course, I really can't buy it NOW."
That's how I feel on the time management front. I never knew how much free time I had until NOW. I never thought, during all the time I spent sewing skirts and tiny quilts for dogs and even a very low-cut yellow and orange cocktail gown, that at some point that ceaseless supply would dry up, but here we are with a dog show to produce, a manuscript to revise, hundreds of loads of laundry to finish, and thousands upon thousands of special edition holiday calories to consume.
And I have no time to sew. Or to read, really. I get to listen to podcasts in my car, but that's pretty much it. At work, I'm -- how unfair is this?? -- working all day. On the weekends and every morning at 6 am and every evening after I get home, I'm finishing up revisions.
And when I'm not doing all that, I'm obviously whining about it.
Phooey. Winston and I need a week on the beach in Hawaii. With a sewing machine.
You know how you'll be at the store and see something you desperately want, and then you're like, "Oh, but that costs $75 and I don't want to spend that kind of money! I'm saving up for [a rainy day/groceries/gallbladder surgery/a trip to Hawaii]."
And you're all good and feeling great about the money you didn't spend, and then you go home and the plumbing in your kitchen explodes and it costs like $500 to fix it? And you're like, "Dang, I could have afforded that thing at the store after all... of course, I really can't buy it NOW."
That's how I feel on the time management front. I never knew how much free time I had until NOW. I never thought, during all the time I spent sewing skirts and tiny quilts for dogs and even a very low-cut yellow and orange cocktail gown, that at some point that ceaseless supply would dry up, but here we are with a dog show to produce, a manuscript to revise, hundreds of loads of laundry to finish, and thousands upon thousands of special edition holiday calories to consume.
And I have no time to sew. Or to read, really. I get to listen to podcasts in my car, but that's pretty much it. At work, I'm -- how unfair is this?? -- working all day. On the weekends and every morning at 6 am and every evening after I get home, I'm finishing up revisions.
And when I'm not doing all that, I'm obviously whining about it.
Phooey. Winston and I need a week on the beach in Hawaii. With a sewing machine.
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If you and your dog like the beach, you will enjoy my photo book SAlty Dogs! It is published by Wiley and has 112 photos of 39 breeds of dogs enjoying the beach!
Jean, I'll grab that next time I'm at the bookstore! Thanks for coming by.
Winston is a real beach rat. Through a friend, we have access to a semi-private beach where dogs are allowed on a "don't ask/don't tell" basis. Winston goes nuts chasing tennis balls, digging for rocks, and barking at the water. It's definitely good times.
Here's a link to one of my favorite photos of him at the beach: link. (Sorry it's kind of small.)
Don't you wish that you could bank time and pull it out when you really need it? I'm sorry that you're in a funk, but everything on your to-do list will end at some point. And then you can work on making more quilts. The dogs of the world will just have to get by with their natural coats for a little while longer.
In the past two weeks, our gas cooker has stopped working; the speedometer of our car has failed to register and the car is making an odd clunking sound and the engine light won't go off; the dishwasher (very old and feeble) has packed up, the rubber seal on the washing machine has cracked; our shower head has broken (the kids won't admit who did it) -- and finally, my husband's computer blew up rather dramatically. I sympathize about the plumbing.
As for time -- it is Christmas, but I haven't done a damn thing other than plan (tenatively) our annual Christmas party. No cards, no tree, no presents, no nothing. If I don't get cracking soon, the kids are going to have to start doing something. Hmm, there's an idea...
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