A Definite Maybe

Yesterday I decided that since I can't do school work right now because my classes are officially over, I should probably think about enjoying one of my many hobbies.

Which one? I guess I could start playing guitar again, but after 16 years of that it's truly become boring. I want a violin but there's no way I'm going out and spending that much money right now. And let's face it, harmonica is just lame - even if it is the only instrument I could afford.

I would like to start painting again. I bought a set of watercolors (good ones, not the stuff you find in the toy department at WalMart) plus brushes and paper a year or so ago but have never really gotten into it as much as I would like. Mostly because of the large mistake I made last fall, namely trying to move to a place I didn't like or really want to move to.

I have been working on writing fiction. I should be very qualified to write fiction - my entire life to an outsider probably sounds like a work of fiction. But, I can't write as often as I need something to do lately.

I had the bright idea last night that I could crochet. I know how and have made several afghans over the past few years. I do think my mother is still a little annoyed that I have given other family members afghans but have yet to make one for her. (Some day, Ma).

Then I stumbled across a kit I bought to make some felted pouches, like a little wallet that you can attach to your key chain. I've wanted to try felting for a long time now. This is a small project that won't annoy me excessively if it doesn't work out the way I want it to.

Of course nothing in my house is safe from Daisy the One-Dog Destruction Crew. The yarn to use to crochet the pouches prior to felting them was tangled up really badly, mostly because of Daisy's insatiable urge to just destroy something.

I drafted Laurie to help me untangle the yarn. Somehow this led to the organization of the basket of yarn and completed granny squares for an afghan I started over a year ago. That somehow led me to go in to my bedroom and produce the afghan that has been annoying me for 6 or 7 years but that I thought Laurie would like (because it's pink and she likes pink). Of course she did like it, so this probably means that I will, eventually, have to finish that as well.

Bottom line is, I started out having no idea what project I would work on and now have enough projects that I don't know which to work on first. Typical. Maybe I can sort of time-share and work on all of them.

Then again, I only have until Monday to need something to do. I start my new job on Monday! Strangely, I am looking forward to that, but it means all this time spent finding a new project was a bit useless.

Since tomorrow is Independence Day (and I finally have made plans!) I won't be home to work on any of my many projects anyways! I'll be at my parents eating buffalo burgers.

(Two other words that spell check doesn't know how to spell - or recognize - are "independence" and "organization")