I must be the youngest

I don't remember a boat in the garage. I do remember the pool table he rescued and rebuilt. And I have a vague memory of a co-workers boat. Flowers??? My earliest memory is hiding in the corn from Mom. She was calling me and I remember giggling, thinking that she really couldn't find me. I couldn't have been very old. It's still rainy and cold here. I have a meeting at 1pm today and another at 7pm. I am not ready for either, but since I am supposed to be on holidays, I don't really care. (Bad Cathy) It's too cold and wet to work outside, so I think I will go down the basement today. There is no telling what I will discover. I ended up washing all the blinds in the bathtub yesterday. Not patient enough to wait. My right arm and shoulder sure know I was washing windows. I sometimes wish that I could have a real holiday. It would be fun to actually go somewhere. Maybe one day. Tim says that if/when he and Ursula get married it will be in the Carribean. Dream on. Enough procrastination. Time to do something, however small. Every little bit gets me closer to completion