I had a great day yesterday. I took the whole day and spent it in my quilt studio. My husband made me do it.
Our daughter mentioned the other day that we wrecked her life (well, okay she didn't put it exactly in those words) because she was raised by two workaholics. She's right . . . about Roy and me being workaholics and setting a bad example for her!
Not allowing myself to do just what I want to do is something that I'm really battling with at this stage of my life. I don't wanna BE a workaholic anymore To say that it's hard to change a life-long habit is a great, big, fat, ol' understatement.
This is what I had on my list for yesterday and what I felt I needed to get done: Water houseplants, computer clean-up work, balance checkbook with monthly bank statement, order garden seeds, make kombucha, give husband a haircut and beard trim, wash lettuce in refrig, package double batch of Mexican Tortillas I made day before and had put into freezer to quick-freeze, clean out wood stove ashes, clean eggs, and clean house.
Roy insisted I NEEDED to spend the day quilting (hmmm, wonder what he was trying to tell me?), and that I shouldn't even think about doing anything else all day including no meal preparation.
And I did it! Yay for me! And I had a wonderful day. Now I want to do it again. And again. And again. Any volunteers to come live with us and do my list everyday so I can quilt, quilt, quilt until I tire of it? I gotta warn you though, it will be a long, long time before I do.
This gorgeous sunset yesterday was icing on the cake.
The colors are not enhanced one whit. This is what it looked like au naturel. A splendiforous sunset for a splendiforous day.
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