"We have rocks that need cleaning at home."
Or so the other half likes to say (in Marge Simpson fashion), whenever I put out an idea for a new project. The "home rocks" include various projects around our place that require completion. For instance, "Julia", my mannequin. I've given her some attention, here and there. I've explained to the other half that I have to be in the mood to work on her. If I do it out of obligation, chances are, it would not be enjoyable. He doesn't seem to quite get it. Of course, with all of my down time, there are any number of cleanings that need to be kept up in our place. Today, I cleaned out the refrigerator ('night Mother anyone?). It needed it. I generally do like to clean, but the past couple of weeks of unemployment have found me doing very little constructive work. My script is pretty much done. I'm just waiting on some final words from friend Ryan. So, that one biggie is not there to fill my time. I've outlined some possible painting projects for smaller walls in our place; some cool stripes perhaps. Do I have the push to start them, let alone complete them? I don't really think so. Limbo, daze, head in the clouds. That's what I feel like lately. Wouldn't it be a dream if I had a lot of home projects to work on? What I have in mind is stuff that's not really needed. Blah. I've got the blahs. I haven't reached any sort of depression; nothing of the sort. I just have no motivation. Damn. My website is floundering, wondering where I've been. I've done a few small changes, but the real work has been left somewhere outside my thoughts. I don't want to work on it. I have bigger, better ideas for it, but that would require teaching myself a lot of new things. I did it to begin w/ on what I have so far, but making the next step is daunting, it seems. Hmm. There he is, calling from downstairs; "We have rocks that need cleaning at home." He's right, but nagging certainly doesn't make me excited to do the stuff that's already been started. Then again, I shouldn't kick myself. I DID finish my script (almost), and I guess that's nothing to sneeze at. Bless you...
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Tasha says the exact same thing to me when I try to get her to go out to movies. -Bob
It never gets old, does it?
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