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an evil plot

Scenario A: In a desperate attempt to make me do laundry & housework, someone has replaced the motor in my sewing machine with an old, run-out part that makes it run slower and slower and smell bad.

Scenario B: Because I told one too many people "I am going to enter this quilt in the State Fair" God decided I needed a lesson in planning (James 4:13-17) and therefore my sewing machines is finally in its last throes.

Scenario C: Oil? As in maintenance?  You mean dusting out the parts and changing needles isn't enough? I have to OIL the thing?

Scenario D: There are always hurdles thrown into any good plan in the last lap. I just need to kick it up a notch and figure out a way to make this happen!

Scenario E: Acknowledging the inability to accomplish a task is failure. Failure is a part of life. Failure is not always a bad thing. We can't chop out part of life just because it doesn't sit well with us.

Today is Wednesday. Tomorrow & Friday are doctor appointments, half of Saturday is a BOE work day, Sunday church, and then Monday is the last day to turn in the quilt. I think it might be time to concede defeat and at the fair make plans (Lord willing) for 2012.

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