Blame My Mother for This One…

This is what I’m hiding behind for the next several days
My latest “secretive-ish” little project is underway. It’s all my mother’s fault. She started this. I have to be the one to finish it. And….
I’m afraid. What else is new?
What am I afraid of? That’s the stupid part. Nothing. Everything. But, the biggest fear I have is having to say to her at the end of it all that I chickened out. Didn’t finish. Again. And see that look on her face that defies description.
Why so secretive? I don’t know. Fear, again, I guess. Wish I knew what of.
Even the act of typing this post is just another excuse for not getting busy. I don’t have time for this. So, wish me luck and send good thoughts my way, will you? And pizza. Pizza would be good right now.
I will, eventually, “out myself” about this project. Even if it does end badly. …gulp*
Random Song for the Day: “Better Days” – Supertramp
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September 1st, 2007 at 5:16 pm
Oh, the mystery! Spill it when you feel like you’re good and ready. I’ll click back 500 times a day til you do.
Les Says: Bring pizza on one of those trips, ‘kay?
September 1st, 2007 at 6:39 pm
I see a duck. And a little house.
Hmmm …
Les Says: Ummmm… the house is in the works, but the duck doesn’t belong to me, so I’m not really allowed to talk about it. Sorry.
September 2nd, 2007 at 7:27 am
Is is bamboo, part of a water garden? This will keep my mind busy today…
Les Says: Noooo…. the cats get in enough trouble, already.
September 2nd, 2007 at 11:10 am
Sure hope we get to see what comes out from behind that thin veil!
Les Says: Of course you will, Mushy. But no sooner than January, and probably a lot later than that. I’ll spill the beans about it much sooner, though.
September 2nd, 2007 at 10:09 pm
Lovely to see an update. So you’re behind the bamboo curtain, then? I’m intrigued.
Inspector-General Mushy is on the case.
Relax, nothing wrong with being secretive, Les!
Les Says: Yeah, but it’s ‘cuz deep down, I’m a big chicken-shit, David.
I should feel comfortable about “coming clean” on or around Wednesday.
September 4th, 2007 at 8:06 pm
Okay, so we can’t see it until January, but you’ll tell us tomorrow, maybe? Ooooh, maybe a Ruby tale? Nah, your mom wouldn’t have started that. I’m sure your mom is a character, too. Maybe a story about her? Okay, I’ll stop and wait patiently until tomorrow. On or about tomorrow. Hopefully early tomorrow.
Les Says: Wait patiently?! No, dammit! SEND PIZZA!
Actually, a food fairy DID send pizza, so I’m all good. There is a “Ruby” kinda thing in the works for tomorrow. Fessin’ up to the big freaky secret will have to wait ’til Thursday. Sorry. Really I am – I’m busting out all over with it (you should see my carpet – uck!).
September 5th, 2007 at 6:30 am
Les, whatever it is, good luck and have fun with it. Oh how well I know that fear-of-not-finishing! But what I’ve noticed on all those occasions (there have been too many to count) is that it’s when the initial enthusiasm for a project starts to wane that the fear sets in and the work feels more like a duty rather than the exciting thrilling thing it was at first when it wasn’t quite “real” yet. It’s making an idea real that is so scary and also, it must be admitted, can be boring. Finishing can definitely be boring. Feel the fear and the boredom and do it anyway!
Les Says: Now, that’s something that hadn’t occurred to me… Thanks, Natalie – you may very well be right.
September 5th, 2007 at 11:45 am
Hope everything works out for you the way you want. I feel the same way a lot of the time… glass half empty sort of thing. You can do it. We’re rootin’ for ya.
Les Says: Thanks, Hairy – and – (eep!) I’m sort of, almost, just about, actually DONE! Only one last little thing to do, now. Three hours, ten minutes left. Hope I didn’t just jinx myself.
September 5th, 2007 at 3:08 pm
Looks like a bamboo curtain, maybe one of those that when viewed from a distance shows something figurative. Am I even close????
Les Says: Um… yes. And no. It IS a bamboo curtain – most definitely one of those that when viewed from a distance shows something figurative. But, it’s what was taking place behind it that I’ve been so secretive about. Said secret will be revealed tomorrow evening.