I am the kind of person who puts things on my to-do list after I have done them for the pleasure of crossing them off. Unfinished projects are more irritating than hangnails. I have discovered, by trial and error, two ways of coping with them. One is throwing them away, which involves acknowledging that I’m never going to finish. This method worked on the sweater I was trying to knit for my ex, the truly ugly needlepoint that really shouldn’t have been started in the first place, the quilt I made in my first quilting class.
The other, and more satisfying, way, shockingly enough, is finishing them. I had these fantasies that I was going to create this fabulous album with fancy papers. The other day I had one of those epiphanies that are more of “DUH!” moments than real “Aha!” ones: I am not the kind of person who wants to obsess over what paper to use and I want to vomit on all the little scrapbooking sticker things I see in stores, so what the heck was I thinking in wanting to do more than put the photos in an easy-to-flip-through album? And, as a further piece of brilliance (ahem…), I considered that many of the snapshots, like the ones T.R. took of the floor with the disposable camera on his table, really didn’t need to go in an album, but could be conveniently placed in an attractive photo box.
The kids are on spring break this week. Yesterday they came to my house. I know better than to try to do my actual writing work while they are here. I took them to the craft store, instead, where Syd got a canvas and paints, T.R. got some yarn and crochet hooks, and I got the stuff to put together the photos.
My plan was to teach T. the crochet basics he wants to know and stay handy for the innumerable questions that were going to arise while sticking down photos. He got home and decided he’d rather play Legos, but I did photos anyway while Syd watched the second half of Michael Clayton.
Today’s interruptible project is curtains. I bought the fabric for a bathroom curtain back when we moved in, but the linen hand towel is still there doing interim duty. Yesterday I also got a tension rod and some fabric to cover the access to the storage under the stairs. The hole used to be behind Syd’s bookcase, so I didn’t feel the need to do anything, but now that the bookcase is shifted to leave room for Syd’s keyboard, the hole bugs me.
I guess I ought to put that album on my list, so I can cross it off. I’ll wait to see if I get to the curtains to put them on the list.