Procrastination remains, but all of a Sudden!

An Insight and a Beautiful Plan!

So, I fall into old patterns of Avoiding The Task.

Busy with my lovely Winter Hobby of Making Ice Sculptures.

and

Reading, Teaching, Musing, Swimming like a mermaid 

when I can.

Anything but following through on this task.

Spring is vaguely in the air.

My Deadline loomed...March 31st

Hahahahaha

and then I reset that.

to April 30th.

Whew.

and then...

there was this amazing article in the paper....

about Growing Plants in Your Basement!!

and suddenly the Light went on!!

Illumination!

Insight!

Joy!

Why of course!! This is what I was headed towards all along.....new growth..!!!!

So obvious of course.

and even though the Basement is NOT cleaned up.

I see what will and can happen.

The Clear Plan Emerges:

    Once the table that holds my dear father's books is cleared off...I'll Just put the books on the shelves.

That table will hold small trays for Starting Plants in the Spring...and even into next winter..I will grow with the aide of Light...chard and other edibles.

Voila!! Light!! Illumination!! and Joy!!

and Change.

and like the quiet silent Alef that begins the Hebrew alphabet.

a quiet beginning of growth in the basement.

I washed the steps leading down to the basement.

   As I walk up and down the Basement Stairs I notice the cat hair and dust. Today I washed them from the top to the bottom. It doesn't really make the descent all that much easier and I am running out of time.

I have about six weeks left on my Goal Line to at least get the basement looking better.

I did take photos of how it is. It's not time to post them yet.
They are too graphic.

I will keep at it.

Metaphorically speaking I have been making my descent into the basement of Memory as I am taking a finance class for women.
How symbolic that I can just barely find my way around. I get LOST every time leaving the building. I couldn't even find my way to class the first week because I did not turn over the directions sheet until the SECOND week of class. quite a metaphor for how lost I feel about money and finances and CONTROL over this area of my life.....not too unlike the basement.

Our teacher has posed questions for us about our relationship to money as a child of about 5 or 6. Then we were asked to move those questions forward. 
So I have posed the questions to myself
At age 5 or 6. ( We moved at that time to the house I grew up in)
Age 24. When I lived on an island off the west coast of Ireland.
Age 42 When I had a good paying job that I thought would continue.
My present age 62. When I am struggling as much if not more than when I lived on the island long ago.
And looking ahead to age 72.

And so it goes.
All these musings imply a descent into memory....sometimes and often into messy places...not unlike my basement.

I move along.

Today is my husbands 75th birthday. I am preparing the house for guests later and will be picking up his cake mid afternoon.

And so it goes.
the years pass.
I reflect, muse and descend into difficult places..while holding dear and celebrating the Joy I embrace today/
My dear wonderful, adorable, sweetie pie, PRACTICAL husband.

all for now.
more work to do.

time for another cleaning schedule.