cold and unmotivated

Damn damn and damn. Yesterday was the Fort Bend County Master Gardeners' fruit tree sale. My sister and I talked on Wednesday about going. We planned to go. I wanted a ruby red grapefruit tree and a peach tree and I completely forgot! And I guess she forgot because I didn't get a call yesterday morning asking where was I, we need to get on the road. It's not like I did anything yesterday besides get some of my hooks on the wall 

and watch Game Of Thrones. Well, had we gone we would have been standing outside in line for 45 minutes in 30˚ weather. 30˚ windy weather. I'm feeling better about it already since I can still get my trees from one of the more or less local nurseries later in the spring.

I'm finding myself to be singularly unmotivated these days, unable to make any decisions or even get out my model making stuff. I blame it on the cold weather. The days end and I'm wondering what the hell I did all day besides watch the cardinals, chickadees, titmice, and yellow warblers come and go from the tea cup. Mid-January and the cardinals are engaging in mating behavior, the males taking little tidbits to feed the females. On our warmest day last week Big Mama emerged and sunned herself for a few hours. I'd been keeping watch for her, locating her as she hunkered down in different parts of her pond. I was a little worried when it iced over during the last freezing spell.

The dog has dragged me outside and now that the wind has died down it's really nice out, sun shining in the winter blue sky. I was standing out there thinking about all the things I could and should be doing outside on this pretty day. Eh. Well, I did go out front and pulled another large handful clover from amongst the bluebonnets, an annual task since the clover, left alone, will quickly overwhelm the bluebonnets.

Feeling guilty about being a lazy slug, I got the Dresden china chandelier outside and hosed off all the dust from the remodeling of my studio room. You might remember it from a year or so (or longer) ago. It hung in the city house and has been hanging from a ladder since we sold that house. It was really dirty and I set about to clean it and got about 3/4 of the way done and then abandoned it. So close! So, hosed down, I identified where I had left off and cleaned one more arm. Two more arms to go and then the cluster underneath. 

I haven't felt compelled to finish cleaning it because I didn't know what I was going to do with it when I did finish. It's too long, 3', to hang in a house with 8' ceilings, so I'm going to hang it from the hook in the ceiling in one of the corners of my studio after I check with Rocky to make sure it will support the weight.

Guilt assuaged, I'm ready to plant myself on the couch and dive back into Game Of Thrones. After I walk the dog.