I just got back from taking a walk (for me and for my dog) through part of my neighborhood. Nellie, my dog, is quite wore out since she hasn't been walking for a few days. Well, I haven't walked for a few days, either, but she was tired of walking before me.
While walking, I noticed a neighbor working in her yard, quite intent on making sure her kids didn't get out of the yard while tending to the shrubbery in the backyard that needed trimming. I reflected on my own shrubs that were in major need of being trimmed, that I have been promising my husband for two weeks that I would take care of. But I have put it off because I have other, more important to me, things to do. Like working on my website. Like posting my first blog. Like trying to figure out where my kids are after calling all the neighbors I can think of (why can't they at least check in like I ask them to?). Like working on my next bead project. Like getting around to the laundry and dishes once in a while. Like just relaxing after working all day. Like counting my Weight Watchers Points faithfully so that I can stay on track. Like trying to squeeze digital scrapbooking in to my schedule every once in a while.
You get the idea, right? I mean, am I alone in this? I do love my house and like to keep it looking nice, well, at least when I'm getting ready to have company (I live by the 2-day rule for guests). And I enjoy decorating and browsing through magazines containing the latest design trends and paint colors, but there are so many things I want to do and only so many hours in the day. So while my house is not a hobby that I would list in a profile about me, it is one facet of my life, that I try to squeeze in like everything else.
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