Infrequently

Soooooo...... I have turned into an infrequent blogger.  Perhaps because I too frequently have to do other things.  Which doesn't always make me giddy with joy!  I like blogging.  I like writing.   And I have no one to blame but myself for not popping up with new blogged posts more often.   My getting up there in years, oft times over-worked brain, tends to limp into the ends of days more often lagging in blogging ideas than not.  My thoughts race towards nagging life details like paying bills, juggling work schedules with children's activities, whose turn it is to take the trash out or unload the dishwasher.  Things like, how in the world did scraggly pet hair manage to find it's way into the closed dresser drawer and attach itself, Velcro-like, to the only clean pair of dark pants that I have?  Or, why in the world are the ice cube trays in the freezer empty.... AGAIN!!???  

My creative thoughts peer longingly at the oodles and oodles (and oodles and oodles!!!) of material, ribbons, buttons, and various other assortments of creativity, that peek tantalizingly back from their bags, boxes, and totes.  They blatantly stare at the partially finished projects, the bottles of paints, Modge Podge, stencils, papers, flowers, jars, vases, and so on and so on and so on.  My sewing machine sits forlornly in the corner, bravely waving a straggling end of bright purple thread in hopes of being used.  Every night, when I shut the lights out, ending another day, another chance at freeing the creativity locked away in my room, there is a collective "sigh" of disappointment resounding from the oodles and oodles (and oodles and oodles) of unused supplies.   Sigh.  Sigh.  Sigh.

An infrequent blogger.  An infrequent crafter.  But a frequent worker am I.  Down to 2 jobs for the summer though, so perhaps, just perhaps, there is hope for the blogging and the crafting, and for me to set free some of the creativity that is just aching to be set free!  Set free to write, to paint, to sew, to make things!  Perhaps.

And perhaps I can find the time this summer to do more pastimes that I so thoroughly enjoy, and so infrequently do any longer.  Like go fishing!  I remember fishing for almost as long as I can remember things.  (I also remember hooking my brother in the forehead with a hook.  So sorry Lee!)  Fishing in Canada. Fishing in lakes and ponds and rivers.  Fishing early in the day when the steam rolls off the water as the sun rises.  Fishing in the heat of the day, when the fish hide in the shade of the trees.  Fishing in the evening as the breeze dies down and the water turns to glass.  Fishing in the dark of the night, with a fire and friends and laughter.  I miss fishing!  Again, I have no one to blame by myself for my drought of fishing expeditions.  I have not dipped a line in the water in more than 4 years!  That is a catastrophe of epic-like proportions!  How can I have failed myself so greatly?!  Shame on me! 

Perhaps I will indulge in a bout of creativity and a fishing outing.  Perhaps I can give life to both my sewing machine and to my fishing pole.  Be still my heart at just the thought! 

But, for now, the lights will dim, the purple thread will trail forlornly to the base of the sewing machine, the oodles and oodles (and oodles and oodles) of crafting supplies will gather a bit more dust, and the fishing pole will droop a little lower in the closet.  The lights will go dim for the night and a sigh will arise from the infrequently used.

There is hope, though.  After all, I am posting on this blog .................