Trying to Fit Everything In

I seem to have overbooked my off time this month. A fall watercolour class I started in September has overlapped a busy curling season that kicked off last week. A wee quilt is taking longer than it should because it keeps getting preempted by studying for an exam I'm writing in early December.

Forget housework - I'm lucky to get my laundry caught up! And thankfully my husband arrived home from the north country, down (he says) for the winter, because otherwise I don't think I'd be eating proper suppers (nor have nice lunches of leftovers).

There is just so much I want to do in my life, it sometimes just all jumbles up on top of each other. Eventually things settle out, as will happen the first week of December.

Learning to paint watercolours has been on my 'life list' for a long, long time. I have just two more classes this month and then the fall session is finished.

I'm finding it works well with other activities, in fact benefits from other activities. When I'm studying or quilting, there is a saturation point when I have to set aside pencil or needle and do something else. Painting has become that something else.

And when I've got to a point in the painting where I need to step away before I do something I'll regret, I go back to reading or quilting. That goes fine and then I find my mind wandering back to the painting, either having thought of a solution to the problem or confident that the underwash is dry enough to proceed with the next piece.

All in all, a perfect scenerio for a multi-tasker.

Curling is finally underway and we're 3-0 so far. Going to be a busy season because our small league is  short one team. Lots of weeks in our schedule when we play both Tuesday and Thursday.

Not complaining, just noting that it's a good thing I've been going to the gym in the mornings. Otherwise I'd be hurting too much to move just now!

All I have left on Declan's quilt (yes, he arrived 2 weeks ago today) are two sides of the inside border. Then a quick trip through the washing machine to remove the marking chalk and bloodstains. (I'm sorry. I tend to leave little blood spots on the back of the quilt where my guide finger is perpetually poked.)

I'll finish the quilt today, get it washed with some other compatible items, and get back to studying while they swoosh in the water.

The studying? I'm writing a university entrance exam on Dec. 3. Yes, I know, and at my age, too.

December 4 will be a quiet little meltdown day.

Maybe I'll do some painting.