No Such Thing

There's no such thing as a "small project." At least, not around here. I keep trying, though.

It seems like every time I so much as pick up a broom, time warps, and I look up an hour later, covered in dirt and drenched in sweat with the sweeping still to do. Today, for example, cleaning the bathroom turned in to washing the windows, scrubbing an oven rack, cleaning the kitchen sink, stuffing piles of cardboard into the recycling bin, and water. That's after sweeping the garage turned into deadheading the roses, weeding the back yard, tearing out the dead ivy, and chopping pruned limbs into disposable pieces.

I am making progress: I'm down to one box in the bedroom, one box in the meditation room, one and a half boxes in the living room, a bunch of books in the family room, and assorted detritus left to unpack and/or put away. Also, although I have a few of the smaller pictures and assorted bits of arts and crafts hung, all of the big pieces have yet to go up. I'm still making sure the rooms are laid out properly.

There are some bigger projects left to do (doors for the bedroom closet; a phone line in the office), but I keep getting sidetracked on the smaller ones. It's all about what's bugging me most at the moment I decide to work on something.