i oughta

i oughta be going through those big old piles of pictures and memorabilia and junk that have taken up residence in the dining room...

and i oughta be washing down the dining room table that is under that big old pile of stuff

 so we could actually DINE in the dining room... 

and i oughta be mopping the floor that is under that dining room table that is under that big old pile of stuff so we could walk across the floor without gathering dust bunnies on our socks...

yeah...

i oughta...

so...

what AM i doing?

definitely not that stuff  up there... 

nope...

 i'm trying to draft a pattern for a star quilt that i saw a gazillion years ago...

smoke that peace pipe ... bury that hatchet

which makes total sense, right?!? 

never mind the fact that it would be so much easier to draw straight lines and color between them if i could spread out on the dining room table...

or the fact that the Great Pile of Stuff in my bedroom has grown dangerously high and is threatening to topple over in the Dead of Night...

or the fact that i need another half-baked idea for a quilt that is gonna be so far down that it will be lost in the GPS for years like i need a hole in the head...

i don't wanta sort or clean or mop - i pulled weeds this morning and now all i wanta do is put the teepee down on paper and figure out the peace pipes...

i'm linking up to WIPs with Friends at Mama Spark's World

Seems like everything people oughta know they just don't want to hear. I guess that's the big trouble with the world.

Daniel Mainwaring