Upon occasion my scrap bag looks like it's going to burst so I have a spasm of cutting squares, rectangles and/or triangles. Then what? Well in this case I decided a simple, truly scrappy nine-patch would be an expedient way to use up many squares. At various times I got bored with the quilt and nearly threw it all away. Finally my frugality won out and I finished the top but have no inspiration to sandwich it with some batting and quilt it. Some day I'll respond to a notice asking for quilts for some charity and I'll either give them the top as is, or get busy and finish it. For now, as far as I'm concerned it is consigned to UFO-dom.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!