Painters Block, Travel Block, Couch Block

Robert Genn today was talking about painter's block (or quilter's block or silk screener's block or whatevah!) and here is the essence from his newsletter:

 "There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start," said Charles Baudelaire. At the same time, some artists get blocked when they find themselves making one mess after another. Trying to do too much can generate sloppy work and provoke a crisis of confidence. Taking a break--an hour or a week--can reboot creativity and give a fresh start. Self-understanding will determine how long a break you need. Beware--take too long and you may never fly again. Character prevails: Slow down, get centered. We all need to take our time to inhale this beautiful world.

This isn't really my problem this week, though fershur I have been through my share!  I've cleaned up my unfinished projects to a point I can leave them, just have the studio to sweep and the refrigerator to empty before I close it up for the coming season.  You know the season-  the one where I keep my fists tightly clenched watching the weather reports for South Florida waiting for that 'H' word that will remain unsaid!
So, to clean up, I have been hemming pants and sorting through the huge basket of unsewn clothes I once started but abandoned.  There is one marbleized silk top cut and ready to go from an Issey Miyaki pattern-  I may have to invest some time in that, especially since it doesn't involve changing the current bobbin color.  (One of my biggest work stoppage excuses.)  And four pairs of pants left, two of which I will no longer be able to wear without extensive tucks.  Guess I will pick the best fitting ones and proceed on those today.

Also have to get out a Call-for-Entry if I get at it.  I am not happy with what I have available, but if I don't enter, no wonder I won't get in, right?

The big bug-a-boo is that TY was supposed to have left on Tuesday and I started making arrangements to fill my time up with all the things that were hard to do when I had to be home in the evenings.    Girlfriend stuff, don't start wagging tongues. Because he was taking the car, I rented a hideous little box of bolts in a bright yellow at a reasonable rate for the next 2+ weeks.  But 2 weeks adds up quickly on the cash register. So I got myself booked up to the extent I wanted, and whoa!  He put off the trip until Wednesday with the excuse that he wanted to dog shampooed before spending so much quality time with her in motel bedrooms up the coast.  So he decided to leave right after the dog was ready on Wednesday morning, but...

A golf game presented itself, and Molly missed her appointment.  Oops, my bad.  So I took her into the pool in my new bathing suit (me, not her in a suit!) and rinsed her well so she had time to dry in the sun.  TY announced he might not leave until the weekend.  So I made him go buy a new couch as punishment-  it will be ready to deliver in 3 months and I am happy with it.  He isn't so much, but the one he liked I sat in and then couldn't get out of.  He basically wanted a queen sized bed plunked in front of the tv in the living room.  I wanted a comfortable sitting couch for guests, as well as a platform for the hundred and fifty pillows I have.  We met somewhere in the middle-  firm for me, no pillows for him.  I had anted a linen couch, but when I was presented with the colors I lost confidence and instead went with a brown/black weave in a linen texture, figuring that it would work well with the brown/black stain on the kitchen base cabinets.  I'm now scared, but will put on a brave front like I know what I am doing.  Whatever it actually looks like it will be better than what I have.

Then we went out to the Italian deli.  Because the refrigerator is bare because HE WAS LEAVING!  Sigh.  And I had just enough coffee for my stay but now I have to go buy more.  Now he is saying he may leave on Sunday.  Unfortunately a friend called yesterday and asked us to dinner on Sunday so I bet he will decide to stay until Monday now.  Oy.  So much for having control of the remote for the next week.

OK, so I am not very flexible.  I'm old and entitled.  And I love to be alone every once in awhile.