I swear I must have Adult Attention Deficit Disorder. And I realize that this is a serious disease and I don't mean to make light of it, but I do find that as of late, I can become captivated with something, anything, only to forget all about it a week later.
Case in point. Cooking. Since I've been back down on Hilton Head, I've taken full-advantage of my spacious kitchen—one of the first things I bought was a KitchenAide mixer, something that would take up the entire counter in my New York apartment kitchen—and for the first couple of weeks, I was cooking almost daily. New recipes, old favorites. I investigated making banana bread, palmiers, savory shortbread, two kinds of homemade soup. I hosted a dinner party for 10 to celebrate Karen's birthday and broke out all sorts of new recipes to try out on my willing guests. (And I will make the roasted pears with Stilton, toasted walnuts and dried cranberries in a cider and port reduction again. And maybe mix the sugar and butter longer in the Baked Chocolate Pudding cake.) But since then, I haven't been inspired to as much as open a cookbook or peruse one of my many mouldering cooking magazines. Time to toss the "Thanksgiving Feasts" issues.
So for the past month, I've once again opened my knitting bag and been busy making three sets of little pastel caps and matching booties for three new babies. Which led to a stuffed dog toy in his own stripey sweater. Which led to ordering two books of baby knitting patterns (not for knitting babies, but for knitting items FOR babies.) I briefly looked through one, haven't cracked the second one. I've finished a cowl and now am about halfway through knitting a sweater for me. Hopefully, my interest won't lag by the time I get to the elbow of the second sleeve. I have unfinished pieces of a baby sweater in the bottom of my knitting bag that was begun for a little girl who will be entering 1st grade in the Fall. I think I like the challenges presented by knitting and cooking but don't want to attempt anything too risky for fear of failure. So I move on to the next interest....
What's next? Photography? Researched better cameras, haven't done anything. My goals of shooting every day? Not so much. Fascinated by the new book about Cleopatra. Have gotten about 60 pages into it—still fascinating—yet I find myself playing Expert Level Suduko on my iPad before I fall asleep, rather than cracking another chapter.
And speaking of which. I've gotten to lesson 2 of those "Learn Italian the Easy Way" lessons on the application I (paid for) and downloaded...back in October when I signed up for a trip to Italy in March. Oh well, there's still time - andiamo!!!
Now to hang those pictures (and rehang those that are too high), actually do my workout routine rather than simply putting on my workout clothes and then being distracted with other tasks, oh, and yes, there are those line dancing classes, horse back riding lessons and the Thursday night knitting group.
Is it any wonder I'm distracted???
