Wednesday

It's rainy. Rainy and drippy and wet. It's also Wednesday and I have many things on my list to be done before we leave Friday for the wedding. Why am I sitting here at my table, feet propped on a chair, not working on that list? I'm not really sure. Because I don't feel like it? Probably. Because when I don't write for days in a row I get twitchy and start searching for words, needing to get them out before I can go a step further? Maybe.

So, here I sit. The problem is, I'm not really sure what words are in there wanting to come out? Is it words about marriage, words to new brides, words that a wedding coming up have stimulated? Is it words about struggles, words about what a good example actually is, words that a friend's conversation at church have stimulated? Is it words about stressful projects and non stressful projects, words about what makes them one or the other, words stimulated by a stress free project this week?

They're all in there, but they'll have to wait their turn, I think. Of course, the possibility is always there that in the waiting they might end up being deleted completely, but that's just a risk that has to be taken -- waiting never hurt and deleting is sometimes a blessing in disguise! The fact of the matter is, there's a dress that didn't fit right that's been picked apart and must be sewed back together and finished Today, no.matter.what. There's a van that desperately needs cleaning out, dress pants that need pressing, a dirty, neglected floor that needs to be scrubbed within an inch of it's life (you can't leave with a dirty floor, didn't you know that?) There's clothes to be washed up, packing to be thought about......

So *deep breath* shove the words back and get with the program, lady. The dress. First of all, the dress...