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OK- now you've made me spit out my latte AND weep today. And you have 1,000 more squares than I have. I am awed.


I promise that if you visit the potato post preceding this one, any residual tears and/or awe will evaporate instantly. (Remember, that's what I've been doing instead of accomplishing stuff.) Can't guarantee the safety of any remaining latte, however. ;)

Kay Olson

Sam maybe has affectionate feelings for his predecessors.

I, for one, am in favor of a rethinking of procrastination in any way that makes me feel like less of a slug.


I had already visited the potato post, of course. Am tempted to say that the heart v. dangly bits perspective may be influenced by the presence (or lack thereof) of a y chromosome. Will conduct a survey with the boys here and let you know.
Or maybe they don't need any encouragement.


Two comments: For one, I am very glad that you are posting every day. I have been over worked and over stressed with financial and health issues and it is great to read your stuff again.

For two, I have a procrastination story. My dear grandmother had truly stunning furniture that was made by her father and mother and given to my grandparents as a wedding gift. (My great grandfather was, by vocation, a maker of fine furniture. My great grandmother needle pointed the upholstery.)

When she was about 85, my grandmother decided that all six pieces of furniture needed refinishing and that she would do it personally. She would not use electric tools, all of the sanding and painting would be done by hand. When she was not even half way through, at about 87, she had to have triple by-pass surgery. Before the surgery she fretted most about not finishing the furniture. "What if something happens to me during surgery, who will finish the furniture?" Well, she came through with flying colors and continued working on the furniture.

She had other ailments that landed her in the hospital for several years thereafter. Every time it was the same problem, "What about the furniture? I hate to leave you children with unfinished furniture!" But she always came through, strong as ever.

When she was about 94, she moved to a smaller apartment and I got all of the marvelous furniture! Finally, all of it was finished except for lacquering the top of one of the chests of drawers. Even the sanding was finished,and it just needed the painting. She gave me the lacquer and the brushes and entrusted me with the task of finishing.

I got that furniture 9 years ago and my grandmother passed away about 8 years ago. I still haven't finished lacquering . As a matter of fact, though I love and admire the workmanship of that furniture EVERY day, until I read your post, I had forgotten that it needed finishing! I have wondered if that unfinished project, that was so tremendously important to her, helped keep my grandmother healthy and strong. In any case, I have inherited the procrastination.


OOPS, forgot the ending... After a long and hard week, here I am, writing and reading, and procrastinating about making dinner!


Kay: I think Sam just likes the sun patch that warms that wool-filled plastic bag every morning at about 10:00 a.m. As for feeling like a slug, I hear you. And we slugs must support each other -- you know, when it isn't too much trouble. ;)

Laurie: I am absolutely positive it is a Y chromosome thing, and yes it comes naturally, and no they don't need encouragement. See, I never saw the dangly bits, just the deformed heart or, when flipped, the odd-looking pecking bird with a pronounced limp, until my true love revealed his own vision to me. Yeah. He got there all on his own, and I would never have gotten there at all without him.

Aura: As someone who also grew up in Southern California, you probably went to Disneyland a lot as a kid, too. No matter how early we went, though, or how many times, we were never able to do everything we wanted in one trip. "That's okay," my mom would say. "It'll give you something to look forward to for next time."

As you know, I don't think life has a "next time." However, it is nice to have things to look forward to, and yes I do believe the very prospect of such things is far more likely to help keep us going than having none, regardless of the weight of the guilt.


Sorry, I still didn't see the dangling bits, even after looking really closely.

kathy a.

love this post! i am the procrastination queen, having more unfinished sewing projects than i can even find anymore. and i got so far behind on the crocheting that i gave several unfinished pieces and extra yarn to a church-lady group, on accounta, who doesn't need a lap blanket when they feel sick?

but the last few weeks, i've been making happy quilts! woo hoo! for a little girl who just got a liver transplant, her baby cousin who had a terrible condition and needed some kind of heart/lung ugly machine for a while [but he went home a bit ago!], and her younger sister, who has been home with relatives during all the hospital excitement.

so -- quite a few invisible internet friends sent fabric! and i used a lot of fabric from abandoned former sewing projects, too.

my cats played a critical role in the proceedings, guarding the fabric and keeping it warm. young spot, in particular, was vigilant! some other cats may come and go according to the sunbeams, but spot really kept things on track. he's really sad that i put the extra fabric away.

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