It’s been years since we gave this dog away.
Funny, I never got around to finishing.
Don’t think I want to.
I loved that dog. She was horrid.
Which makes me wonder.
How can I be sure about leaving that work but not other creative efforts?
Maybe knowing when to walk away boils down to knowing when you can’t.
Now, the sun is dallying. The days are longer.
Can I have a hallelujah?
Maybe I’ll pick up paints. Do something crafty. Play with the kids, outdoors.
Finish a few things.
You know that I’ve been meaning to.
If something strikes my fancy, I’ll post soon enough.
As a family, we’re entering a whirlwind season. I hope to come out with my mess of hair relatively tame.
But tonight, I’m just thankful.