All I really wanted to do today was finish the borders on the Bricks and Mortar quilt that has been sitting on the table by the sewing machine in the SonRoom for the past 2 weeks. But I first had to wash a sink load of dishes that I poured water to soak an hour earlier while I was catching up on correspondence. So I did. I washed all those dishes. Even drained the sink and rinsed it after wiping off the stove and counter between the sink and stove. Then, I decided the pot of flowers, that were gifted to me in early Sept that were still sitting in the middle of the kitchen table, needed to be dealt with. The flowers were done and the leaves were wilting. Should I just toss the whole thing, or cut back the stems and hope they will eventually grow back.
So, I took the whole thing to the scrap pail that sits on the floor beside the sink, beside the door to the basement, beside the end of the counter that was custom build in 1963 that angles so we can turn sideways to step through the door into the cellar way. I turned the pot over and the whole plant and root ball came away easily in my hand, but not before sprinkling a bunch of dirt all over the floor around the pail. I initially decided to ignore that since it was in a corner out of sight and let the cleaning lady deal with it on Monday. Then I was reminded of a line I rehearsed earlier in the day - if it does not take more than 2 minutes do it now. Sigh.
But, instead, I got a sharp knife and cut the stems short and tossed them into the pail. The rest did not smell so pretty and I tossed the whole root ball into the pail. I took the paper sleeve to the recycle bin in the back kitchen to discard and reached for the broom to sweep up the dirt. I could not reach the broom in the corner because the vacuum cleaner, steam mop, 3 dust bunny catchers and a few other things were in the way.
So, I straightend up the other things and got the broom out and decided I should sweep up the dirt on that floor first, but there were other things in the way. So, I started to move them and put them away to tidy up the corner. One of the things was, well 2 things, were insulated coolers that did not have to be right there blocking the way, so I compacted them and stacked them on top of each other. Another was a pail with a mop that is never used, so I put it in a different corner out of the way.
But, today is garbage day and my Sweetie took out the bag of garbage and a bag of recycling. A new bag was not put in place. So, I turned around to get a new one off the storage shelf in another corner. But then, I noticed several boots piled up haphazardly so I decided it was time to get rid of them. Do I put them into a blue bag to donate or into a black bag to dump. Either way, they were leaving. Back during covid when our 5 grandchildren were all living here at the same time, I bought second hand boots from the local thrift store so everyone had extra boots to wear on the farm. The kids have all out grown them. But the boots are all still here and they are dirty. Then I recalled that some had mud on them when I bought them. Some went into the blue bag. Some into the black one.
That was when I realized that there was a nice boot mat laying there now empty. But it was dirty, so I took it outside and rinsed it off with the hose I use to top up the water feature every morning when I sit in the hot tub. The jets have a 15 minute timer so I turn it off when I get out. Routine stuff. But the boot tray needed to soak a bit so, I left the hose on and went into the kitchen and turned on the timer to remember to turn off the water. Last year, I once turned on the water and went inside fully intending to turn on the timer. Eight hours later my husband came and asked me if I had turned it on. Oops. I wonder where all the water went since the grass beside the water feature was still dry.
Then I went back into the kitchen and swept up the dirt, then to the back kitchen, but not before moving a flower pot and spilling more dirt. I swept that up also. And put it into the black bag. So proud of myself. This was when I decided to write up this blog post since I was rehearsing all these activities in my head, before forgetting what I was doing.
My Sweetie came in for lunch. He had been out spreading manure now that his bucket tractor finally came home from the tractor hospital after 4 weeks waiting for parts. He had to borrow a tractor to feed the beef animals. So, he asks me why the timer is on on the stove. Okay. It was on but I cannot hear it from the other room. So, I went outside, rinsed off the boot tray again, turned off the water and left the boot tray leaning on the hot tub to dry off. I will eventually remember to bring it in when I go sit in the hot tub tomorrow. Then I went back into the kitchen and turned off the timer. By this time, it was mid afternoon and I was tired.
I recall that neuro divergent people often set out to do one specific task. The only task they want to do. But get distracted. And that is how we end up reorganizing the back kitchen when it was never on our to-do list. Not today. Not this month. Not ever.
So I have decided that I will not be making the Alison Glass Color community quilt. But I will be reading along to glean ideas from reading along. I cannot in good conscience start yet another sampler quilt with so many still to complete. Having said that, I was pulling solid fabrics for the Postcard From Sweden free quilt. It is not a sampler. I found 2 different free patterns. They have different numbers to cut, but I can do the math and I will use the colours I have to sort of follow the layout.
Also, I did complete my October OMG which was to cut the little purple pieces for Omigosh. I have that project box packed and ready for the Jane Stickle Quilt Retreat next month. I had Wensleydale packed and ready a month ago. We leave in 12 days.
blessings,
Chris
