The weather over the weekend was stunning (stunningly, almost stiflingly warm), and that limited what we were able to get done at dad’s property. There’s always some limitation though. I worked nearly until dark before I started on my 4.5 hour trip home, that was more eventful than I care to detail here, although I’ll confess that I only looked at the kite room on Monday morning.
The Scout meeting kept me from the kite room on Monday evening.
Tuesday was spent on recovering enough to continue the day job.
Wednesday was used barely making it to the day job, then unloading the car from the weekend, and collapsing with the vague hope that Thursday would get to better.
Thursday wound up feeling better, but the evening started with one last errand left from the %^@#*~$ weekend. Then just when I thought that I would make it to the kite room (even for a moment). I took two lockout calls in opposite directions that kept me out past bedtime.
Friday I got up and ready quick enough, but between the need for coffee from my fav (and recently, too busy) Dutch Bros. stand, and a visit scheduled for opening at my shop, I couldn’t get caught running late by stopping in the kite room, maybe I’ll get in the after closing.
Well, I finally managed to make it into the kite room on Friday evening, but not much more. This is the kite from the scraps that I was talking about last week, I ran a lockout call right after getting this picture, and didn’t have the motivation to continue once I finished. With some help from my wife, I’ll be calling this one Creamsicle.
2 inch Sotich shield kite from cocktail napkin mounted on easel cards
My malaise continued Saturday morning, I slept in a little too long, finished watching a movie, took a bit too long making breakfast, and finally made it into the kite room just a little before noon.
Some lockouts and more procrastination kept me out of the kite room until after bedtime on Saturday.
On Sunday, I almost got my butt moving, I managed to feign some motivation in the kite room, and then the phone rang again. Lockouts tried to keep me out of the kite room, I did get to spend an hour working, then some time fixing dinner, and then more lockouts instead of having dinner.
So that was a week of trying to get my head together after putting it out there on a long term investment. I shouldn’t make light of an accident with a bus (I know someone that was personally hit by one), but I do feel like one of those cartoon characters with the tweeting birds circling their head. Now to try to get my head together for the coming week.