with a plank

prescience perhaps ... interesting ... that darn sailboat - A Tiny Life No.2


To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

Emily Dickinson

Uh Huh ! I soooooo hear ya talking girlfriend.

It's as if I'm being constantly smacked up side the head (as we say here in rural Nova Scotia) with a gigantic sponge (Nerf like), red, pink and very sweet, 2x6 plank. Just as I get to my feet again, whap ! another smack of that darn love plank. I know, I know ... you'd think this drastic and totally fabulous about face in my demeanour, my life, my existence here on this planet would have me skipping around ta-doo-ta-doo, not a care in the world, and hence super alive and tres productive - a Madam Invincible is here for a long stay so Watch Out ! roll and y'all better get yourself out of our way ! You'd think. But ... alas

Uh Uh ! Pas

Seems extreme emotion (of any flavour) is never my friend. Doesn't seem to make a difference if it's good, bad or sad. Extreme of any sort gets in my way, it keeps jumping up in front of me, taunting me and slowing me down as I try to keep up with all of my big, well thought out plans and commitments. Seems Mama's forgotten how to live in neutral or maybe I've never really known how and actually come to think of it - I'm just not much of a neutral kinda girl. I'm an All or nothin' and sadly, quite proud of it. That said, neutral, in this old brick house, is where stuff gets done, it's where the darn magic happens.

Remember that giant ship load of good things I told you about, projects, previous (and now getting old & very tired) promises- with a big ol' wink to B. Shamu if she'll still have me, new exciting jobs, renewed relationships with all time favourite customers, seasonal design freebie favours ('cause that is who I wish to be) plus the cleaning out of this old brick house making room for that darn cowboy and the beautiful brown hound, and more, and on ... and on. So much good, so much to do, so much promise and endless possibilities that I sit and spin my wheels in beautiful overwhelm (very distant cousin to sad and desperate overwhelm but their resemblance to each other is remarkable).

Please, I beg of you ... no Snap out of It ! requests. There's no Snappin' out of This and don't ya think I might have already tried that ?? I'm just about to make the big geezley list, the must do, have to do, 7 day, like a big time slot jig saw puzzle - list. I will, I promise put my nose to that darn teak topped desk.

I promise I will visit your blogs and I will comment once again, I will add photos of the much loved yet tres neglected Piper Belle, handsome and soft as can be Oliver, the Fussy Bastard - Gus and the big, fat, weird, black velvet chicelet Bleet to my sidebar. I will once again speak of other topics, I will post parcels, I will mail cards in hopes that they might reach their far away destinations by Christmas (good luck girlfriend). I will, I will....

I will return ... I think ...
I hope.
Merci for your patience