Most quilters have at least one UFO (UnFinished Object) in their lives - a project that for whatever reason has not yet been completed.
While focusing on clearing out the things in my house that no longer belong, I've also found another category: USOs - UnStarted Objects. Everything is there - pattern, fabric, thread . . ., but the project has never progressed beyond its original form.
As I pondered how this happened, I soon realized there are many other USOs in my life -- books unread, recipes untried, goals unmet.
Why?
In some cases, I put the projects away and forgot about them because I no longer saw them. Those need to be revisited to see if I'm even interested anymore, or if it's time to send them on their way to a new owner.
In other instances, I started the book, mapped out a strategy or gathered necessary ingredients and reached a point where I felt "stuck". I have found that taking a break can be beneficial when I reach that point. I can rethink why I started and see whether or not I want to invest more time and energy in it. If I do, I can get back on track. If not, it's time to let someone else have a go.
It seems that my projects have a shelf life. Just as I disposed of the apple sauce that made its way to the back of the pantry ("Best used by 2007"!), there are objects in my life that are out of date and no longer belong.
I can continue trying to fit far too much stuff into my life, which will result in frustration and stagnation, or I can make room for my roots to spread so I can grow into the person God intended.
I think it's time to grow.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Double the fun
Several weeks ago while QB was taking me for a walk, I stopped to look at the horsemint in the flower bed. When I looked up, QB was gazing intently at a spot on the other side of the fence. We had to investigate, of course.
As we approached, I saw a small gray and white cat who was looking at us while alternating between meowing and hissing. It seemed to want to get to know us, but was too frightened to come over. QB and I showed the cat to Craig and he issued an invitation to visit us if it was hungry.
A couple of days later I was taking out stuff to the recycling bin when I heard a now familiar combination of meowing and hissing. Our new little buddy was ready for breakfast.
A can of cat food was consumed in record time.
After several days, we knew we had a new cat. Since I hadn't checked to see if it was male or female, I called it TK (The Kat). We later learned he was a male, so TK now stands for, among other things, Tom Kat.
TK visited the vet to make sure he was healthy. Everything checked out and he moved in with us. He explored every nook and cranny of the house. I found him here one afternoon.
He got a little more comfortable with his surroundings . . .
and finally settled in, knowing that he'd found a safe new home. . .
thanks to QB.
As we approached, I saw a small gray and white cat who was looking at us while alternating between meowing and hissing. It seemed to want to get to know us, but was too frightened to come over. QB and I showed the cat to Craig and he issued an invitation to visit us if it was hungry.
A couple of days later I was taking out stuff to the recycling bin when I heard a now familiar combination of meowing and hissing. Our new little buddy was ready for breakfast.
A can of cat food was consumed in record time.
After several days, we knew we had a new cat. Since I hadn't checked to see if it was male or female, I called it TK (The Kat). We later learned he was a male, so TK now stands for, among other things, Tom Kat.
TK visited the vet to make sure he was healthy. Everything checked out and he moved in with us. He explored every nook and cranny of the house. I found him here one afternoon.
He got a little more comfortable with his surroundings . . .
and finally settled in, knowing that he'd found a safe new home. . .
thanks to QB.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Walking the . . . cat?!
Several of our older cats have died in the past few years and we have been carefully considering whether or not to adopt another cat, or perhaps even a dog, so I would have someone to walk with me.
Most mornings I take a walk before I go to work. Bentley used to go with me, but his poor health prevents that now. I bought a rolling carrier in hopes that he could accompany me again, but he very carefully and vocally explained his extreme opposition, and I continued to walk alone.
A few months ago a friend asked if I could provide a home for a cat whose owner could no longer keep her. We talked it over and agreed to have her join us.
Since the cat didn't respond to the name she had when she arrived, I tried a variety of new ones. She likes to be called QB - short for Queen Bee - and Queen of the Boxes.
It took a while for Bentley to adjust to her presence (they still hiss at each other on occasion), but Morgan welcomed her.
When I went for my walks, I noticed that QB wanted to go outside with me, so one afternoon I let her try out Bentley's rolling carrier. She loved it! She's much larger than Bentley, so there wasn't a lot of room for her, but she enjoyed being outside and hopped in the carrier whenever I rolled it out for her.
Our neighbor noticed us walking one day and said he had a stroller that his dog refused to use (sound familiar?) and offered it to us. It is the perfect size for QB. She sits up and surveys her Queendom as we stroll around.
Ever since that day, QB waits for me to get home from work so she can go for her afternoon walk. She reminds me it's time to take "her" walk with escalating insistence: meowing, then tapping on the door knob (oh, for opposable thumbs!), and finally, jumping into the window and rattling the vertical blinds until she is certain I know it's time to go . . . Now!
When I roll out the stroller, she hops in and waits for me to zip up the screen so she can safely travel.
Now QB has a forever home and I have a walking companion.
If you'll excuse me, I've got to go -- It's time to walk the cat!
Most mornings I take a walk before I go to work. Bentley used to go with me, but his poor health prevents that now. I bought a rolling carrier in hopes that he could accompany me again, but he very carefully and vocally explained his extreme opposition, and I continued to walk alone.
A few months ago a friend asked if I could provide a home for a cat whose owner could no longer keep her. We talked it over and agreed to have her join us.
Since the cat didn't respond to the name she had when she arrived, I tried a variety of new ones. She likes to be called QB - short for Queen Bee - and Queen of the Boxes.
It took a while for Bentley to adjust to her presence (they still hiss at each other on occasion), but Morgan welcomed her.
When I went for my walks, I noticed that QB wanted to go outside with me, so one afternoon I let her try out Bentley's rolling carrier. She loved it! She's much larger than Bentley, so there wasn't a lot of room for her, but she enjoyed being outside and hopped in the carrier whenever I rolled it out for her.
Our neighbor noticed us walking one day and said he had a stroller that his dog refused to use (sound familiar?) and offered it to us. It is the perfect size for QB. She sits up and surveys her Queendom as we stroll around.
Ever since that day, QB waits for me to get home from work so she can go for her afternoon walk. She reminds me it's time to take "her" walk with escalating insistence: meowing, then tapping on the door knob (oh, for opposable thumbs!), and finally, jumping into the window and rattling the vertical blinds until she is certain I know it's time to go . . . Now!
When I roll out the stroller, she hops in and waits for me to zip up the screen so she can safely travel.
Now QB has a forever home and I have a walking companion.
If you'll excuse me, I've got to go -- It's time to walk the cat!
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Dick and Jane . . .
When they hear the names Dick and Jane, a lot of people think of the books they read as children.
Others may think of the two "Fun with Dick and Jane" films.
I think of a couple I know.
Dick and Jane met when they were in their teens. They had many happy times together, went away to their respective schools and then married . . . other people.
Fifty years later, when both were widowed, Dick called a mutual friend from their youth, got Jane's phone number and called her for a little chat. That led to phone calls and letters and packages and flowers and . . . marriage.
They decided it would be fun to have a "Dick and Jane" theme for their wedding. I knew no ordinary gift would do, so I made them a set of pillowcases using Dick and Jane fabric:
The pillowcases were made of the same fabric, but are not identical.
The fabric was "fussy cut" so "See Dick and Jane." is visible on both pillowcases.
May they live happily ever after. :-)
Others may think of the two "Fun with Dick and Jane" films.
I think of a couple I know.
Dick and Jane met when they were in their teens. They had many happy times together, went away to their respective schools and then married . . . other people.
Fifty years later, when both were widowed, Dick called a mutual friend from their youth, got Jane's phone number and called her for a little chat. That led to phone calls and letters and packages and flowers and . . . marriage.
They decided it would be fun to have a "Dick and Jane" theme for their wedding. I knew no ordinary gift would do, so I made them a set of pillowcases using Dick and Jane fabric:
The pillowcases were made of the same fabric, but are not identical.
The fabric was "fussy cut" so "See Dick and Jane." is visible on both pillowcases.
May they live happily ever after. :-)
Friday, April 17, 2009
Doodling
I was delighted to read that a recent study shows that doodling can be a valuable tool for boosting memory.
When I was in college I discovered the joys of steno pads -- one side for taking notes, the other for doodling. I have continued to use steno pads -- and doodling -- to stay on track when I want to focus on information that is being presented.
For the longest time my doodles have looked like this:
Lately I've experimented with a more flowing style that looks like this:
and this:
This article discusses doodling as a creative process, and this site is for fans of doodling.
Next time you're in a meeting, waiting for someone, or talking on the phone, give doodling a try -- I think you'll like it.
When I was in college I discovered the joys of steno pads -- one side for taking notes, the other for doodling. I have continued to use steno pads -- and doodling -- to stay on track when I want to focus on information that is being presented.
For the longest time my doodles have looked like this:
Lately I've experimented with a more flowing style that looks like this:
and this:
This article discusses doodling as a creative process, and this site is for fans of doodling.
Next time you're in a meeting, waiting for someone, or talking on the phone, give doodling a try -- I think you'll like it.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Thoughts of Spring
Spring is definitely here.
Tomatoes are planted . . .
butterflies are in the yard . . .
and Bentley is adamant that it is time to go outside - NOW!
I hate to deprive him of time outside, but he's been sick lately - so sick that he had to stay at the vet's. He can see the yard from our front window and the screened porch, but it just isn't the same.
Today I picked up a couple of catnip plants and I'll replenish the containers of wheat grass so there'll be a little more green stuff inside. It's not "outside", but it will have to do.
In the midst of Bentley's illness, Luigi got sick, too. Luigi didn't make it. Now he and Muffin and Gordon are gone. It's one of the disadvantages when litters are adopted - everyone is old at the same time.
(Luigi is gray, Muffin is the tabby and Gordon is the "blonde".)
A walking iris was blooming the day we brought Luigi home.
Now I think of him and the other cats who are no longer with us whenever I see one.
Tomatoes are planted . . .
butterflies are in the yard . . .
and Bentley is adamant that it is time to go outside - NOW!
I hate to deprive him of time outside, but he's been sick lately - so sick that he had to stay at the vet's. He can see the yard from our front window and the screened porch, but it just isn't the same.
Today I picked up a couple of catnip plants and I'll replenish the containers of wheat grass so there'll be a little more green stuff inside. It's not "outside", but it will have to do.
In the midst of Bentley's illness, Luigi got sick, too. Luigi didn't make it. Now he and Muffin and Gordon are gone. It's one of the disadvantages when litters are adopted - everyone is old at the same time.
(Luigi is gray, Muffin is the tabby and Gordon is the "blonde".)
A walking iris was blooming the day we brought Luigi home.
Now I think of him and the other cats who are no longer with us whenever I see one.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Enjoying the season
We had two very cold days (in the 30s) recently. A lot of the vegetation in the yard got rather brown and crispy after that.
Bentley did his best to help me find flowers, greenery and other interesting stuff while we were outside.
Still, sections of the yard look rather sad.
Instead of fretting about the plants I've lost, I'm learning to enjoy the scenery provided by each season and looking forward to the changes that will take place in the yard as the weather gets warmer.
That's the way life works, isn't it? I can spend my time bemoaning the changes that are taking place or find ways to appreciate all of the opportunities to learn and grow.
Bentley did his best to help me find flowers, greenery and other interesting stuff while we were outside.
Still, sections of the yard look rather sad.
Instead of fretting about the plants I've lost, I'm learning to enjoy the scenery provided by each season and looking forward to the changes that will take place in the yard as the weather gets warmer.
That's the way life works, isn't it? I can spend my time bemoaning the changes that are taking place or find ways to appreciate all of the opportunities to learn and grow.
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