MyCast has thoughtfully sent me yet another winter storm warning. Oh wait, they wouldn’t send it if I didn’t subscribe. I am beginning to wonder why I did subscribe; I have a faint recollection that it seemed like a good idea at the time. Once again, we may get inches of snow, or some sleet and not much else. GS2 will be speculating about the chances of a snow day for tomorrow as soon as he arrives home. The schools took a day off Friday, and it turned out to be for no good reason. I’m thinking that they aught to assume that things will be fine, and worry when they aren’t.
Here is another good idea I’ve had, do some genealogy. I have let that portion of my life pile up, undone, for months. First it was my Mom’s illness, then my S-in-L’s mothers illness, then this, then that. Perhaps you know how it is once you start postponing things. Around here, ignored things cease to exist. But, my genealogy takes up huge amounts of space in our small home, and it dominates the area near my desk. I have spent the better part of the last ten years doing something about my genealogical research every week, if not every day. I miss it, it is my old friend. So, I’ve decided that I’d better get busy, in some sort of way. I will do something, even a hour, each day. I’ll try to make a genealogy post now and then, so I can see that I actually did something.
Today, I did do something, but not related to genealogy. I began a project to organize my sewing patterns. I did that by scanning the whole works. I started last night, worked late, worked most of the day, and finished this afternoon. The next problem, combining the scans of the envelope front with it’s respective back, and re-saving in a folder. Then, I’ll be entering the whole works in a database so I can see what I have. My pattern collection has been culled several times. Lately the darn things are getting so expensive, that I thought I should use what I have, instead of buying more. My pattern collection was recently augmented by Sally’s pattern collection. By the looks of it, she never culled, and she frequently bought the same pattern in several sizes. OK, I admit it, I do that sometimes too. I also think she was given some patterns by friends, since many are older style girl’s clothing, and she had only a son. Perhaps people gave them to her when GD1 was born, or maybe she got them at garage sales or closeouts.
The moral of today’s post, I’m thinking about being productive, even if I have not reached the point of actually being productive. I know, no points for dreaming.
