Getting the Winning Game Back
Monday, August 10, 2009
My Red Sox are getting a bit pink. I painfully watched them get trounced by the Yankees after a brief lead of 2-1. then it all went downhill from there. It seems that my guys are a bit tired out, worn out and in much need of rest and relaxation.
All teams have their slumps. I know I do. I went into a mini-slump after the grueling dye-ing workshop. That thing just plain wore me out. To answer your question as to whether I will be doing a lot of fabric dying, the answer is a very loud NO!!
Saturday and Sunday were pretty much passed with me lying on the sofa or sitting in my chair with the TV on, watching the games between cat naps. It was rainy out, which agrees with daytime naps.
I was even too tired to make fattening foods. Instead, we munched our ways through salads in large quantities, Oreos and ice cream in moderate, sensible quantities.
Today is gloomy outside, which will be great for that pot of chili I made last night. It is also a perfect day to do some playing in the quilt room.
Speaking of my quilt room, I cleaned it again. I have been looking for stuff ever since. I know where my fabric, books, patterns, rulers, and templates are. I know where the freezer paper, tracing paper and pencils are. I know where my UFO's are. But I cannot find the big bags to put the UFO's in. I distinctly recall moving them to a place where it only made sense to put them. I have no idea where that sensible place could be, and I need those bags so I can fill them with quilt blocks for the charity quilts on Wednesday.
Here is what is happening with my brain. I am upstairs in the quilt room, and think of going downstairs for something. I get downstairs, having no idea why I am there, but automatically head for the pantry. Now mind you, I am not hungry. I am on auto pilot. I get in to the pantry, look at all the shelves, and decide I want a drink of water instead.
I get my water, put the penny in the jar, look around and head back upstairs. I go into the office, check the computer for emails, get hung up on SP, and then check out the cat food and water supply and clean the litter box.
Into the quilt room I go again. I spot the UFO's, but decide I don't feel like working on them. They have been sitting there so long I have forgotten where I was with them anyway. They now are intimidating to me, and seem to have a sinister attitude eminating from the piles.
Ignoring them by leaving the quilt room, I go into the bedroom. I look at the bed, thinking of just taking a nap. I know I am not tired, but that bed sure looks good!
Resisting the bed, I remember that I worked out today, and did a lot of good for my body by doing so. Just going to bed doesn't seem to fit in with the planned scenario I had when I first woke up.
Oh Yeah! I was going to have a very productive day, wasn't I? Now just what was I going to do anyway?
I remember my plans vaguely, but none of them hold my interest any more.
I need to go back to my old plan of making a list of things to do tomorrow and adhereing to it in the morning. I am very productive when I do that.
There is too much of life to be enjoyed than to spend it in front of the computer or TV or taking naps. After all, I workout to be in better shape; why sabotage it by wandering through my days lackluster?
Time for me and the Red Sox to get our winning game back.