Get a Life!

You guys are funny.  Mrs. Howell won the "Maryann or Ginger" contest!

I've been preparing for next week, when both my children are going to be out of town.  This leaves me home alone for eight whole days!  As much as I like solitude, I honestly think I'm going to either get bored or lonely.  To top it off, my son went off to visit at a friend's house for a couple of days, so this week has started off more quietly than I had planned. With this unexpected two days of free time, I figured I would get some errands out of the way, like eye exams, grocery shopping, and renewing my license, so next week is open.  Well I kind of took care of all that today, so now what?  I knew this day was coming, when I wouldn't necessarily be an empty-nester in the true sense, but that my kids would have social lives which took them away from home more and more.  Soon, they will both have their own lives--and I need to get one.

I'm sure my life will involve paint, applied somewhere and everywhere.  You know I paint shoes http://14thstreetvintage.blogspot.com/2013/06/paintfast-becoming-my-best-friend.html and furniture, http://14thstreetvintage.blogspot.com/2013/06/think-create-talk.html and I've even tried my hand at canvas, although I seriously need at least a few lessons. I have a garage full of things that I plan to paint, from a brass headboard to an antique medicine cabinet.  There's enough there to keep me busy for probably a month, and I'm always on the lookout for more. I hope to move into a house again so that I can garden.  I can catch up on all the movies I've missed, and maybe get the Sopranos on DVD because I have never watched that show.  I can pick up the guitar again and relearn the dozen or so chords that I used to know, which I used to play about 100 different songs. (Where there's a will.) I can dance around the apartment and beat the drums http://14thstreetvintage.blogspot.com/2013/06/i-just-wanna-bang-on-drums-all-day.html and tick off my neighbors. I can start volunteering again, delivering Meals on Wheels or giving patients fast rides in their wheelchairs at the nursing home. ( Hopefully that "wheelie" episode won't surface--he bounced back nicely!)

 I mean, there's a lot that I can do, but somehow I don't feel they'll sustain me for the long haul.  So in the back of my mind is what I really want to do with this next chapter.  As much as I hate the thought of studying, I think more school is in my future.  Maybe Hamburger University or Clown School.


In the meantime, I'm working on a pair of red shoes and wondering what to do with these primitive/rustic table legs:

Yes, I'm pretty sure I can keep myself busy, but...

                                                                       

Never say Never.