Distracted

People laugh and say, "Shiny objects distract her."  Well, they do, especially when that object is the sun or a bike of any sort or the glint of a raindrop or...well, you see what I mean.  No excuses for not posting, though, so here's my pledge, out loud and out of respect for those who patiently wait to read.  I will post at least once a week on one of my blogs (mainly this one) and share on Facebook as well.  Oh yeah, I can do that.  Funny how the more one has to do, the more one gets done.  At least that's how it works with me.  I keep teaching because I love it, but it also gives me a schedule of sorts.  I'm a world-class piddler, and although I get things done, especially the adult, required type items, I could accomplish more if I filled in some piddling time with concrete activity.  Now, I spent many years of my life hitting the floor running, so to speak, so I guess I've earned the right to piddle a bit.  Still, I love that feeling of accomplishment, of being able to sit back and admire what I've completed.  I have my moments.  Lists work best for me, and I've become artful at creating REASONABLE lists, those I can grace with check marks and then toss in the recycle bin.   Should you visit my home, you'd note several lists-in-progress at varying degrees of completion.  Yep, I'm on it!  Guess this post is an ironic reflection of my piddling.  The practice distracted me from blogging and yet gave me grist for the entry.  Soooooooo, "Blog" goes on one of my short-term lists.  How's that?