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procrastination
There it is. The can of paint that has been mocking me for months. It is supposed to be on my bedroom wall, and yet, there it sits. Waiting.
Recently, I had to go to the hardware store to have it re-shaken and rejuvenated so that it would become reacquainted with the idea of having walls to welcome, plaster to placate, and a room to renew.
Today, the can is still closed. However, the car has had an oil change, groceries were purchased, and a future trip was partially planned. Of course, I just had to walk around the garden before the anticipated rainfall later today...
These roses have a wonderful aroma.
The mock orange is still so tiny after several years, but pretty, I think.
This, my third clematis, I put in last year; it seems very happy against the warm, red brick wall.
Tomorrow, I paint the trim in the bedroom. There, I have said it. Sunday (or Monday) the can of paint, shown above, will be emptied.
Have you ever noticed that sometimes it takes more energy to delay a project than it does to complete it?
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