The registration form has been on my To Do list for a while now. Yes, I do know that the entry due-date for the Vermont Quilt Festival is February 1, the same as last year. Yes, I still have nightmares (3 p.m., Feb. 1, 2012) of last year’s entry being taped to a wall, no sleeve yet, to be photographed so that the form could be mailed, with that all important post mark, before the Post Office closed at 5:00. Why then, with this memory haunting me, am I once again in a mad dash to meet the deadline? I should know by now that a piece which I predict will take a month, will actually take two because I am so darned anal. Thanksgiving, then Christmas, which occur every year, always seem to get in the way of my best laid plans. From past experience, I am acutely aware that creating for family takes precedence over show quilts. Always has, always will. “Mom, could you? Nana, would you?” “Sure, no problem.” Eyes are older, hands are older, days, weeks seem to be passing faster than ever. So near, and yet so far. Better find the tape.