Begging for excitement

Well, here I am. I don’t have much to say again. Life has just felt like a steady progression lately. Purely moving forward with the daily grind. I’ve been reading less, sewing more. I feel the need for a project. As if I have the time for that. Ah well, you have to make the time for the things you’d like to accomplish in life, eh? My roommate is on vacation this week. I have tried very persistently to fill her vacation days with projects that could use my help. She has gently resisted. I wonder why? Perhaps it’s because she’s on vacation? I’ll start my own project then. My grandmother has bags of gourds. Yes, gourds. She’s the type that used to love being crafty, and then old age caught up with her. She’s also a hoarder. Yes, a hoarder. You’ve seen the shows, right? Alright, so maybe she’s not as bad as some, or at least it would seem that way. I think quite possibly the only reason her house doesn’t look like some you see on the show is because her children or grandchildren make visits to her house and try to make sense of her chaos. Every so many years the fam also orchestrates a big to do and gets together to help grandma “get her stuff together.” It usually results in a large garage sale that leaves grandma feeling “rich” and clutter free for a few weeks. Then she picks back up her old habit of buying crafty things she no longer crafts. Hence, the gourds. She saw something on television once where a woman used dried gourds to make cute little snowmen. She searched Ebay and invested it some gourds. That was years ago. Some of them are still in their boxes. Her sister then heard of her knew endeavors, grew some gourds, and brought them as a gift when she came to visit. Those gourds still sit in trash bags in grandma’s back yard. I on the other hand am still quite crafty in my youth. I plan to rob her of her gourds soon. I’ll ask her first of course. She will hem and haw. I will speak of marvelous gourd plans, and after much debate, or possibly even a few days of mulling the idea over, she will relent and donate her gourds to my worthy cause. I will set out then to begin creating obnoxious creations from worthless gourds. The children will join in on the venture, and the family will be bombarded with colorful, useless gourd gifts for Christmas. Ah, the joys of parenting.
But first, I will refinish an old rocking airplane my mother bought for my son at a garage sale. It’s currently filthy, all the screws are loose, and it’s covered in a cracked and bland choice of primary colors. I will take the entire thing apart, sand it down to its natural finish, and apply a fresh, beautiful coat of pecan colored polyurethane. I’ll complete this project while my daughter is at school. My son will be with me, possibly ransacking the garage and finding exquisite new toys like hacksaws and hammers. If this is the case I’ll likely accomplish nothing very quickly and resort to completing the project while he sleeps. I’m a woman on a mission. I dare you to stand in my way. I once found an old antique chest of drawers marked “free” on a roadside. I brought it home and had it refinished in 2 days. It’s now my son’s dresser. Now, enough chatter, it’s full speed ahead!