So many things to do.

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Between what I want to do, what I plan to do, what I can do, and the various areas where work, planning, and prep converge or diverge, it is difficult to keep lists, keep on track, and and bust through.  I have found that, while I can order pieces and parts, along with main task items, when I decide to hit something it is best to hit it all at once.  That, of course, isn't always possible.  A tool, or part, might not have realized to be needed.  Even then, though, the thing is to stay on it, either pushing finances, certainly energy and time, to sticking with the project.  Otherwise it can be a while before it comes around again.  The stoppages in getting the faucet installed, and then the parts, and the several rounds of that.  What should have been a relatively simple task, because I had to get parts twice, ended up taking, what, a year and an half?  Yeah.  In that case, there was little I could do.  I couldn't just go get the parts, and I wasn't able to maintain the effort.  Simple but real limits.

I am sort of confused with so many areas I wish to proceed.  Cleaning my home, while easy enough in a way, is beyond just not my forte.  Organization isn't so much a weak skill as a foreign language translated into emoticons related to clothing syle... for me.  It's not impossible, just not a hurdle I can handle most of the time.  Fixing the bathroom is more along my idea of things I can, eventually do.  But it is a complex series of simple to complex tasks all centered on creating a functional area for hygiene and such.  Each might be small, but each task can take anywhere from half a day to a week, depending.  If I need to replace the sub-floor, for example, before putting in... whatever...  Yeah.  Of course, there is the notion of prepping, then maintaining, food stores, hand tools, and the rest.  Sometimes things go together.  Hand tools for work in the bathroom.  Sometimes they just work better anyway.  Or, on small jobs, the difference isn't noticed.  Sometimes, such as simply spending on the pieces and parts for the bathroom, or spending time working in the kitchen, means I cannot focus.  The kid has to eat.

Not a problem, really.  I like trying to figure out a new, old, or confusing mess.  I like trying to optimize.  Due to certain factors, optimization is required.  I have all the time in the world, of which as much as 99% is not available.  At best I have 30% of that time available for work.  Being mostly dead means even when I have optimal time, I cannot work at an optimal rate.  Not a complaint, just a fact.  So, when hungry to do something, I honestly have no choice but to think it through and go for the sweetspot.  No time to dally, plans have to be fairly well laid, sometimes years in advance.  Not that the need to plan that far ahead is necessary, just that it might actually end up taking me that long to get to that part of the list.  Beyond my own difficulties, there are always other things requiring my attention, pulling me away, eating my time, energy, and money.  So, efficiency and planning are required.  In spite of the fact that organization is... well... what it is. 

Still, I am pleased with what I have done and learned, if not at how things are going right at this particular moment.  And, each month, I put a few dollars into tools, prep, and projects.  I really need to figure out how to get back on my feet and push ahead a bit.  I NEED to be working!  I just don't have it today.  They say it will be warming, well, in the next week.  Perhaps that will help.  I'm beginning to get just a touch grumpy about it all.  I don't think it is affecting here, and the girls aren't really impressed.  It's just an internal thing.  A dissatisfaction more than true grumpiness. 

Just blathering, trying to strike open a steam vent for the steam engines, casting about, and tasting... planning... making... the future.  No worries.  You don't even have to get off my porch today.  Later.