Hobbies! My hobby is starting new ones. I buy all the materials, manuals, accoutrements and begin to create (or play or speak the language…). With some I am nearly proficient when I get side-tracked.

The project begins its obsolescence when I push it to the corner of the dining room—after all, I’ll get back to “Yoga to the Oldies” as soon as I get this house listed. The next week it gets put up into the attic because company is coming. I put it right where you enter the attic—I’m not done with you yet “Italian in 14 days!” Next, Travis begins looking for the camping equipment. I know he’ll be exasperated with the pile of crap right as you enter the attic so “Fun with the Baritone Ukulele” gets filed right where it belongs—behind the luggage.

Three months later, a long awaited trip is imminent. I rediscover my cache of jumble and push “Quilting for the Impatient” (and the accompanying bag of fabric), Faux stained-glass (and the accompanying box of glass and colored rubber-cement) and the 14 photo albums I began for Christmas (OK, maybe next Christmas) to the back of the attic—across the beams so as not to comingle with the insulation and/or fall through to our bedroom below.

My next project is to add more plywood for extra storage space.