Several people in the past few days have caught me typing my log in name – mbquilts – as I do various things at work.

“Oh, are you a quilter?” they ask.

“Yes.” I reply.

And then something else happens conversationally. Sometimes the customer or the wife-of-customer is a quilter etc.

Tonight the above dialogue happens. It’s the customer who is the quilter. She doesn’t add anything past those two lines of dialogue, so I ask “do you belong to a local guild?”

No. No she doesn’t. She never knows, what with work, and not knowing about work and when and well no time and well in a few years she hopes to be retired and have more time and maybe then.

Damn.

I had absolutely no response to that. None. I could have been the extremely forward outgoing force that said “don’t wait” or “even small amounts of time doing something you want to is better than nothing” or something. I could have said something. But I didn’t.

There’s no way that woman will be doing anything but waiting for retirement. She might make a quilt now and again. But she’s not a quilter. There was not a single scrap of thread anywhere on her person.

Damn. Don’t wait. Do what you love every stinkin’ day, even if it’s only for a few minutes.