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December goals

Less than 30 days.
That's it.
And then my "to do" project list for the year will be refurbished. (but that's a different post)

So today as I start this marvelous December 3rd, realizing that all my calendars are still on the month of November, I get to focus on priorities.  Like changing my calendars. For real.
Otherwise, these next two weeks are devoted to housework and church.  For starters, the children's play is SUNDAY! And then I'll spend Monday morning putting costumes into bags and away for another year or two. And the rest of next week?  Well, it's safe to say I've been very negligent in focusing on cantata music, so I foresee a lot of time quilting with the CD player going or in front of the piano between now and December 12th. 
Oh, and sometime this weekend I hope to put up the nativity set, and maybe next week the Christmas tree.

After that, I have three sewing projects I'd like to finish, and some photos that are demanding space in some albums.
If those things happen this year, I'll have a clean space in my work room (note: I"ll have a clean "space" not a clean work room). 

And those are my objectives the next 20+ days. Along with ironing, cleaning windows, and possibly raking leaves, and...did someone say lunch?

Comments

Lydia said…
I don't know how you do it- being in the Cantata AND planning/leading/ EVERYTHING the kids program. You are pretty amazing:)
Monica said…
amazingly crazy? You haven't seen the state of my house. If certain women in this neighborhood came by now, tongues would be a clickin'!

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