I am a world class procrastinator. I put off some things because I just don't want to do them, like many forms of house work. On the other hand, I put off some things because I want them to be done really well when I finally get around to doing them. Happily, over the years, I've learned that it's better to just get things done, but it does help if I have a deadline. Like company coming as a spur to getting the housework done. When I taught, grades had to be turned in by a certain time. When I did mortgage lending, paperwork had to be ready for closings. Now that I'm retired, I don't face those deadlines very often but this week I had two. One was a rather detailed report that I have to turn in to Presbytery each year to let them know everything is ok with our church records. The actual deadline for that was April 30 but at a Zoom meeting last week we were told that the deadline was flexible. Really not a good thing to tell me, kind of an invitation to procrastinate, but, since I was almost finished anyway, I turned it in on May 5. When I did so I was told that I wasn't the last one. Kind of good to know. The other deadline was more self imposed. On May 14 we're having a reception for a show in our church gallery featuring art created by church members during the pandemic. I've been weaving a series of four tapestries (I use the term tapestry loosely) that are symbolic of what we've been through during the pandemic. As I finished each one I gave it to my friend who is organizing the show and she would hang it in the gallery. Finally, this morning, I delivered the last piece, just in time for the show and for a camera crew from WANE tv who came today to film an interview with the people on the gallery committee. I have no idea if my pieces will show up on tv but at least they are hanging in place ready for the opening next weekend. And I am feeling no pressure at all. It's wonderful. Kind of what I thought retirement was supposed to feel like.
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