Hammer and Paint.

This weekend two of our Granddaughters stayed with us. Gracie Alice and MakennaLinn consider themselves 'best cousins, forever'. They are like two crazy little peas in a pod and a lot of fun to hang-out with. Saturday morning Michelle came to me and said the girls want to do a 'project'. What kind of project my mind wanted to know. They want to hammer nails and paint came the replay.

Right away I'm thinking we need to build something. We'll start with some paper and a ruler. We need a plan; nothing fancy but you've go to have a plan. Tools; I've got to get out my tools. We'll need a scroll saw, a skil-saw, a driver and drill for holes and screws. While I'm fussing around with plans and tools, two little girls found a hammer and some scrap wood in the garage. When I finally took a break and looked up from my busyness, there were a very content Gracie Alice and MakennaLinn happily pounding away. About that time grandma Michelle showed up and they were ready to trade hammers for paint bushes. I was so focused on the details I nearly missed the project.

When they said hammer and paint, they meant hammer and paint. That was the sum total of the project. They didn't need plans. They didn't needs power tools. They needed a hammer, some nails and a few sticks of scrap wood. Then they needed paint. Simple, right?

I have a tendency to get caught-up in the minutia. What's the plan? What's the cost? Who, what, where, when, why? I need information. I need details. Michelle just wants the garbage taken out.

Sometimes the answers there all along, if you listen. The girls want to hammer and paint.    

You may be wondering what this has to do with diet and exercise. Not a darn thing. All that's going really well.