I'm not worried about keeping busy then, because there are so many things now that I want to do that I don't have time to do. Which is interesting because once upon a time, I worked, kept a house, exercised, watched TV, traveled, took pottery classes and found all sorts of time to do many things that I wanted to do. How does it happen that as time goes by (faster and faster) there is less and less time to do the things we want to do?
I wish I knew. But there you go. I feel squeezed.
A friend at work was waxing eloquent this week about wanting to do nothing but paint, and yet, he just can't squeeze it in. He was embarrassed about over-sharing, but I completely understood. I felt like saying "Just take 15 minutes!" but how could I? I'm not even organized to take 15 minutes for something.
A weekend or so ago, my husband and I dropped off a bunch of stuff at Construction Junction, where we saw an awesome old Chambers stove. I don't have the expertise to do stove restoration, but I love the idea of having time for a project like that. Of having time to learn how to do something like that.
But maybe one day, some day, I'll have time for a retirement stove.
Or for spending more time paying attention to cool things like this wall design at Anthropologie. Smashed cans. How cool is that?
Meanwhile, to Ellen & Virginia: Thanks for dinner and for many more years of friendship. (Think what we'll do when we retire!)
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