Things have been busy lately, like too much to see/do, but I’m on a mission so I can’t really stop to do half the things I’d like to do. My project list is about a mile long and growing.
The projects that involve the house are dependent on job coordination, when the necessary professionals can be here, weather, how large the payments are, etc. We tried to do the things that made the most sense first, but it’s turning out that nothing really makes “sense” and certain things are just baffling. Why don’t the outlets in the bathrooms work? Who knows. But it’s so not a priority right now. Dude with a saw who showed up this morning can just use an extension cord from across the hall. Why doesn’t the front door stay closed? Something with the door plate, but door technology is apparently beyond me. Door technology. God, what is wrong with my brain?
Projects that involve my daughter’s school are pretty much done for the year. But oh wait, there’s an Art Auction this spring. And an International dinner. They all sound like lovely events and I totally have signed up for them, but I’m already mentally pinning ideas to their imaginary boards and pretending like I have all the time in the world. La la la….
Then, there are projects that involve my commitment to solving global climate change. Those should probably be at the top of the list, huh? I really should have taken a class on programing and web development, probably graphic design. I’m fairly certain that aside from material science and public speaking, we are going to solve our planet’s energy crisis with the internet. Or at least it feels like it most days. I go to a lot of events, with a lot of the same people, but at the end of the day most of what I need to do is on my laptop. I wish I was more awesome at the internet. Anyone wanna volunteer?
I have some projects that involve annoying the crap out of my state senator. Discrimination, farming practices, coal, education, transportation: my husband said I should have a standing appointment every week until March where I show up wearing a different pin. There is probably nothing I’m going to say to him that he will ever agree with; he told me his favorite Justice ever is Scalia. I think that’s legislator-ese for “go home, little girl, your progressive views are scoffed at here.”
Party planning projects are ongoing. I have the loose framework for my daughter’s fourth birthday in mind, I have an idea for a dinner party I’d like to do soon, and I promised someone I’d help them with a reception. I could go on…
Projects involving my sewing machine: omg kill me now. I have no idea. I can dream far bigger than my skill set. This is a problem.
The rest of my projects are totally boring: cleaning, sorting, organizing, things you all do and are probably just as tired of as me. I start cleaning a counter and my brain starts planning a party. This is how the trouble starts.