Sunday, July 10, 2011
I confess I am a terrible piddler. Even though I entertain lofty thoughts, my free at home time is spent moving things around, jumping from one small interest to another, wandering around the yard in search of cute bugs to photograph, making messes in the kitchen, accomplishing very little. And of course there is the computer. And the television. A minute or two here and there and ... time has passed me by. By now - at this point in my life - I could have written the great American novel, finished a PhD, become a masterful watercolorist - that is if I had the talent and drive. Alas. I have come to accept piddling as a piece of who I am.