Distractions

After a busy morning on the phone, answering emails, and doing some accounting work for my church, I decided to spent the afternoon stitching.

I had moved my stitching chair (the red one I keep moving from room to room) back to the living room and I planned to stitch and listen to a book on my iPod.

First, I needed to get a load of dirty clothes into the washer

Then I went to the counter in the Quilt Studio to grab my iPod player. It wasn’t there. Ok, where did I put it? I’m very good at being tidy and too often put things away,  proceeding to forget my hiding spot. I opened every drawer and cabinet in the entire Quilt Studio and basement storage areas. I finally gave up and decided I would just have to use the ear buds.

In my kitchen is this Martha Washington cabinet. Lo and behold, the iPod player was in the side bin. When on earth did I put it there and WHY? I have never used the iPod player upstairs, so why would it have been stored in the kitchen? So weird.

Into the living room I went with my little iPod player. I decided I better set the clock on it so that I would know what time it was while I was stitching. There is a law, I believe, that every electronic devise must have a completely different way of setting the clock than any other device. This little device had me baffled. So I went looking for the instructions. Fortunately I had put the instruction book with the iPod player in the cabinet. Sometimes I do learn my lessons. The first direction was to turn the power off. Huh? Turn the power off? What – unplug it? On further reading I discovered they were referring to the power on the remote. Hmmmm. I forgot there was a remote. It was in the very bottom of the cabinet bin.

With the time set, I settled back in my chair, turned on the iPod to the book I had been listening to in the car, and figured out where I was on the stitching chart. I got my needle threaded and was just about to begin stitching when I realized that the book reading was winding down to the end of the book. Sure enough, the reader ended the sentence and then there was silence. “Epilogue”, she said next, and read for another five minutes or so.

Grabbing the iPod, I went to my computer to find an audible book on my Wish List to download. I chose one quickly and downloaded it – no problem. Then ITunes said I wasn’t authorized and asked for a password. Do you have about 600 passwords like I do? Of course I had to look it up and when I put it in it didn’t work. I re-typed it and iTunes informed me that it was again wrong. Errrrrrrgh. I pushed the button to have them send me my password and waited for the promised email. Nothing. I looked at my passwords again and it suddenly dawned on me that I was using the Audible password and not the iTunes password. Duh. Once I used the password for the right program, it all worked and the book was now residing on my iPod.

At that point, the washer buzzer buzzed. I ran downstairs, put the wet clothes in the dryer and started another washer load.  As I passed through the Quilt Studio, I spotted the fabric I cut the other day for my cousins quilt.  Nice to see it all organized and almost ready for sewing.

Back upstairs I made myself comfortable in my red stitching chair and began to stitch while listening to a new book. Ahhhh. So nice. Too soon the washer buzzer buzzed again.

By the time I got the dry clothes either folded or on hangers and put away, and also got the next load in the dryer, there was an email that needed attention and of course I then got distracted by new blog updates. Too soon it was time for dinner. A whole afternoon to stitch and I got only two lengths of thread stitched.

There are just too many distractions at home to get much done. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. I’m retired but I truly think I got more done when I was working full-time!

Bonnie