The Blackburn Digest

Someday, I will laugh about this morning’s misadventure. “Someday” isn’t here yet, by a long shot!

The morning started in deceptively innoccuous fashion: the alarm went off, and we both stumbled out of bed to greet the (pre) dawn gloom. Tom’s focus was on getting ready for work, while my focus was on ignoring the “weather report” from multiple joints until my meds had an opportunity to lower the reports’ volume somewhat.

Then, IT HAPPENED! In rather bleary-eyed fashion, I gazed into my sink. “Wake UP, brain! Something is wrong here! But what????” It took a groggy moment to identify what . . . . . . there, in the center of the sink, was the container my dentures reside in at night. With its’ lid next to it, instead of on it. With only my upper plate residing in it!!!!! The cats seem to enjoy knocking the container off the soap ledge, but one of them had upped the stakes of the game by Stealing My Lower Plate!!!!!

Look up Procrastination in Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary, and you will see a photograph of . . . . . . . well, ME!

Two of my Inching Along club members have completed their Totally Texas prototypes!! Innovative exterior finishes and trims, flooring installed (or scribed and inked on the base of the box inself), porch area finished in weathered planking or egg carton “field stone”, inside walls “plastered” or wallpapered and shelving/racks/tables brimming with Texas themed miniatures. They’re wonderful to behold - - - and irritating in their completion!

*My* Totally Texas languishes upstairs with a coat of exterior stucco (applied too thickly, so its convincingly (?) and unintentionally covered in a spider web of cracks! The interior plaster work is a plan-in-waiting, as is the porch roof, support posts, porch & interior flooring. . . . you get the picture?

As further proof of my finely-honed ability to procrastinate:

Saturday, 9am - Jan. 21st Since it was *The third Saturday of the month*, I was repeating something I have done for the past 2 years+ . . . . . Hearding Cats! (aka: conducting a business meeting of my miniatures club, Inching Along of San Antonio.)

My main goal of each business meeting is to get through the old & new business quickly enough to end the meeting before I totally lose control! Seriously! There is no group more capable of flying of on a fresh tangent in a millisecond than a group of miniaturists. Seventeen cats in one room could not move any faster in independent directions with individual goals than this group can!

Gave myself a pep-talk on the drive across town. “This should be an easy meeting; my fellow officers will be there, we have an agenda.” (The latter usually helps limit the number of tangents.) “Get through the list of items pertaining to our SAM’s Birthday Party in 2007, close the meeting and play with minis.” HAH!

Well, shit!! I couldn’t even get through the first week of the New Year without mucking things up! I need a Do-Over! (I wonder if there is a Do-Over Fairy – sister, perhaps, to one’s Fairy Godmother?)
Remember when you were a kid and things went really wrong; your over-energetic toss of the dice while playing a board game sent the dice into residence with the dust bunny colony under the sofa, or your volleyball serve somehow managed to hit the group of observers standing behind you? If you got really lucky, you were granted a Do-Over.

Well- Friday, Jan. 6th, 2006 really sucked, and I truly wish I could locate my Do-Over Fairy!!!! If you happen to see her, please give her a copy of this entry; I think she’ll agree I deserve to be granted the boon!

Goodbye, 2005 - Welcome,2006

I didn’t make any New Year’s Resolutions before the “ball dropped” (or rather, before the Valero sign exploded in fireworks so bright you couldn’t read whatever was written on it!) to usher in 2006. I didn’t have any wise or witty quips to make when Tom, Thomas & I toasted the event (while watching a rerun of 2005’s fireworks display on KENS TV because heavy fog had rolled into the downtown area and rendered the sky-aimed television cameras useless in capturing the actual display!) I honestly hadn’t given the passing of one year and the start of a new one much thought, beyond the standard and eternal “Where did the time go?” question.