I’ve started this entry about a dozen times, trying to be witty and fun, but just can’t seem to get it going. So I’m just going to tell it like it is.
I’ve got so many projects going on that I’ve lost track. Consequently, I catch a lot of flack for not getting any of them done. It doesn’t matter that I have valid excuses for all of my failures, they’re still failures in the form of half done “things”. I can understand the frustration someone may experience because many things are started and simply remain in a state of “work in progress”, but my frustration is even greater because I see these “things” piling up all around me and there’s no end in sight. They just keep coming at me.
In a perfect world, I would start a project and finish it before moving on to the next one. The trouble is, however, there are too many variables for the world to be perfect. Nope. It’s like living in a pinball machine, bouncing from one bumper to the next, waiting to ultimately fall down that hole at the bottom then getting in line to be launched into the abyss once again.
And there you are, looking back at all the things that need to be done and there are so many that you just sit down and don’t do anything because there’s no logical place to resume something in progress. Consequently, nothing seems to get done.
But some things actually do have a happy ending. I successfully created 50 DVDs, and got 50 memory booklets printed, for my 50th class reunion. The DVD has all of our class pictures from 1950 thru 1962, as well as a lot from other reunions we’ve had over the years. The booklets are updated with biographies of everyone who has survived to this point, a section listing those we know have moved on from this plane of existence, and another section listing those we haven’t heard from, or about, in the past five years. Those are actual, completed projects.
Unfortunately, completing them had no impact on the other projects in progress … like my truck, the RV with the dismantled bathroom and missing ceiling … my messy shop … my messy desk … my messy dresser … my messy mess. Sounds depressing, doesn’t it? I can be that, at times, but I’ve learned to just ignore the voices that attempt to direct my actions in a manner with which I’m not totally aligned, unless, of course, that voice belongs to Dia…
Oops. I almost said Diane, forgetting for a moment, that I’m not allowed to do stuff like that any more. Actually, it wasn’t a bad reference … it was just an explanation that I listen to, and do everything that Diane’s voice tells me to do. Sometimes I get them out of sequence, and sometimes I have to be reminded, but things tend to move forward … slowly.
The RV is becoming an issue because there’s a deadline associated with it’s completion. It’s sometime this month … two weeks, I think … that we’re going to join our group of Classic Winnebagoers at an RV dealership in Kent, Washington. That’s 138 miles, 2 hours and 29 minutes away from home. We’ll be kinda dry camping for 3 days in a parking lot so the bathroom has to work. It would be good, too, if the ceiling was reinstalled, and it’s imperative that we have TV reception.
Time to quit. The reunion starts at 0900 tomorrow morning. That’s right after my morning nap so I should be good to go, but need to get to bed so I can be ready to let the dogs out at 0600.