Practice Makes Perfect

I'm thinking about setting up seminars for those Type-A personalities who want to learn the fine art of procrastination.  If I do say so myself, I've got it down to a science.  It would be easy to weed out the wannabes.  Anyone who shows up on time obviously needs the help.  Dilettantes would drift in when they get around to it.  If they miss the meeting altogether, they'd be at the expert level already and only signed up for the refreshments, which I may or may not have made.

Putting off that which must be done takes practice and relapses into productivity are to be expected.  Take it from one who still has a Christmas tree in the living room in February, I know about these things.  Since the wood stove hasn't been needed for a week or two, it's taken longer for dust to accumulate.  With sunlight streaming in the open door yesterday, I did note that chore might be put on The List.  Accordingly, instead of getting a dust rag, I went into the kitchen to make another batch of cheddar crackers for Christmas gifts (how's that for procrastination par excellence?), the first attempt with the pastry bag resulting in a sprained wrist.  A better method turned out well, so well I'll probably (the definitive term) make another batch today.  We'll get around to Christmas one of these days.

Inga has been an acolyte in procrastination, but with dire consequences.  Yesterday the leash came into play and milking went off without a hitch.  Sometimes it's necessary to bite the bullet and get a thing done on time, even though it goes against the grain.

The seminar project needs more thinking.  It doesn't pay to rush into anything.