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"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.



Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Waylaid!

Oh dear!
After posting yesterday, I saw that the last two posts are of me being waylaid by the delights of webland.
Or, just not getting my work done! How blush-making!  blush1still blush2

My only excuse is that when I'm not waylaid (by myself: no victims here!), I'm actually doing some of the projects proposed. Not too many, as I seem do be in a not very productive phase, alternating intense, almost obsessive work periods with periods of not knowing where time went with hardly anything done. *sigh*

Maybe it's age. My brother does say: Older, Fatter, Slower
I can give checks to all three.

I do hope that its just a low ebb, and that I'll get peppier soon.

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