Silent Birds and other things

This morning I took Jup out and while he did his thing and I listened to the coyotes over in Broad Meadow fight over something I looked around my yard and realized that evil ferns of doom aside, it looks pretty good. Now it is not nearly close to being pretty but its not overgrown, the weeds are gone (again save for the doom ferns) and the ancient tables and chairs have been seen too. Since my Mom is in town until Tuesday and I will be with her today after work and possibly for most of tomorrow (trying to think of fun things to do that will allow me to wallow in AC is somewhat taxing) I was looking it over hoping that it doesn't look too bad. No one wants a parent to come by and say to themselves "What the hell is wrong with you?" (Hence the reason my I-Pod is charging as we speak and I will be on a hurricane cleaning spree before going to meet her.)

Why is this worthy of a blog post? I have a small problem with productivity.

I can start lots of things, stories, projects, hobbies, ect but seeing them to the end has always been very hard for me. I blame my abominable attention span. You think cats are bad? Not even close!

This is why, having decided to learn the guitar, I am doing research before even buying said instrument. Not that I have any sort of time table for this or that but I am collecting different resources and information now so when the "ennui" hits after two or three months I can combat it. Having ubber amounts of crap to do is the best way I have found to combat the seasonal woes and yes it is August now but soon it will be November (eww) and all gray and sad and 29 days of it will be completely turkey-less. (That's enough to make anyone hide in bed for hours!)

Plus I think the guitar will hurt a lot less than the pilates Brittany has been doing and I am now very interested in. Also Japanese classes have started up again at the akido dojo downtown and...oh crap I shouldn't get started, this post will never end.

Well, back to working my way through my TBR pile. I've gotten it down to 9 more books I've found in various closets, bookbags and one behind Jupitor's chair ( O.o). When they are finished I can go and spend copious amounts of money on new or old, shiny or grungy, crisp or soft books! What can I say, no one has ever called me picky. :)