You know those times when you just can't quite find your rhythm? When you can't seem to find a groove to slide into the routine? That's where I'm at right now, trying to find the flow so I can start getting stuff done.
I just hate it when the days roll by and I'm left wondering where all the time went and how come I didn't create anything cool. It is my own fault. I'm a terrible procrastinator, learned, apparently, from my dad (hey, he says I probably got it from him). It really is quite amazing how skilled at this I have become. That and the last minute dash to make it look like I have been doing something....sigh.
But in spite of all that, I'm not really a lazy person. Really. I'm not. It's not my fault that the days are too short and the night just that much shorter. It can take me hours to rev up to really start producing, only to find it is time to stop, to pull together dinner or do the laundry so that I might have something resonably clean that sort of fits or to vaccum up the ever appearing clumps of cat hair. I mean, really, my cats should be bald with as much hair as I vacuum up. Oh and let's not even start on the numbers of muy own hair I am pulling off of things. Augh.
So, anyway...
I'm back from a wonderful time at the Newport Paper Arts Festival in Newport, OR. It is always a wonderful place filled with some of my favorite folks (at least during the festival <g>). There is something about having the ocean and the beach so near by that makes me want to deeply relax and at the same time feel wildly creative. And this time the Mailman was actually able to come with. He had a much deserved relaxing time while we were there. I wasn't nearly so relaxed as I had three days of classes to teach but it was still wonderful. The first night was a dinner at the Chowder Bowl with a group of friends who had never met the Mailman before. It took a little bit but everyone warmed up to him as he pulled out the charm, trying to fit in at least a little with this delightful group of women.
It's not the greates picture as you really can't see most of the faces but he's not that used to my camera. But the food and the companionship was wonderful.
And I only got a few pictures taken in my first class. I was way to busy in the other classes to take any pictures and as I was I didn't take most of the pictures....the Mailman did.
And I was lucky enough to be teaching at Taylor Made Memories. Nancy, the one standing, is the owner and she stocks some way cool items. Lisa is her able assistant, a warm, funny gal who takes after my own heart.
So that's it for now. Oops, I forgot to mentions that the Produce Guy (my youngest and father to my granddaughter, Ylaiza) turned 24 this week. How did this happen? But if it's a shock for me it is worse for my Dad. His baby is turning 56 this month.....augh.
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