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Friday, December 16th, 2005

two of my absolute most favorite things are driving through town and shopping. really. well, standing in line is up there, too, but it really is at best a distant third.

logically then i had a fantastic day, as i had the opportunity to do not just my two favorite things, but the third as well. If someone would have tried to run me off the road while flipping me off, well, the day would have been pretty darn close to perfect.


i had the day off, and spent the morning seperating threads. the present that sop doesn’t know about is a kumihimo neckband for him to put his wedding ring on. So, getting ready for a trial run, i took embridery thread and started seperating and then loading into the kumihimo plate (traditional kumihimo is done on a marudai, but i’m just getting a feel for this, and do not know how much i’ll be doing it in the future, and so i opted for the plate and disk method). After an hour of seperating threads and starting my first braid, i realized that i needed bobbins to hold the loose ends – and quickly. If i didn’t, i was never going to get to this:

no more tangles instruction

and most certainly not to this:

mmm… twirls

Time to hit the road, as they say. Get the ball rolling, stop dragging my a**, you know what i mean.

Thirty minutes (10 minutes looking, 20 minutes standing in a four-person line) after entering michael’s, i emerged with these:

10% more plastic goodness

Since one really cannot have enough of driving in holiday traffic, i decided to do more of these fine activities while i was out. After a short stop to the Library, i headed through town, buying the last gifts on my list and a candle ring to get some greenery in the house, dropping some things off for good will, not recycling cardboard due to the overflowingness of the recepticles and posting a sign for some items i’m selling at REI. But i have to say, i love Steve Hagen’s audio book “Buddhism Plain and Simple”. I’m an addict of Pema Choedron’s, but i don’t always quite know what she’s saying. When i finish listening to this book, i just might.

Zen state aside.

I got home and pulled out the bobbins, wrapped the first thread around its bobbin securely,let it go and watched it unravel to the floor. Hmm… it seems that these bobbins MAY hold an entire skein of embroidery thread, but only if you don’t seperate the threads out. Thank goodness i waited the 20 minutes in line for these. I grabbed one of the boxes that didn’t make it in the recycling bin and voila:

today’s apad

Now, with the kumihimo fiasco well hidden and sop coming home with FOOD, i can sit by the candle ring and enjoy the smell of pine blended with one of my favorite scented candles:

nothing says holidays like tangy pear

Enjoy your weekend!

photo a day – lame

Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005

my desk

i’ve been lame lately, as the above shot shows. honestly, i am really tired and just want the office / darkroom to be done so that we can put stuff away and have a clean house again. I swear, some days i am tempted to leave the doors unlocked so that someone could come in and just steal everything and make it go away. Anyone know of a custom theft program that will leave just the things i say i absolutely want? And if i do not absolutely want the others, why do i think i need to keep them?

i’ve stopped taking my vitamins. i am hoping to get sick so i can stay home for a week. I think i’ll start walking the dog while my hair is wet, too.

the dregs

Wednesday, November 9th, 2005

i don’t know if it is the whole work issue, or the remodelling issue, or the dryer, or the tub, or the dishwasher… but i feel like the dregs in the coffee pot that’s been on for 3 days. I am tired and uninspired.

And yet, the work thing has worked itself out, and not at all as i thought it would. On the eve of my accepting another job, my boss gave notice. The night before i knew for certain, i suspected and was panicked. I feared, due to some things that had been said in my interview, that he might be going to the same place as i was. It was this fear that kept me from signing while trying to find out the facts. But he went someplace else (well, actually will be going someplace else) and i talked to the dean about the role of web and database development in the College and am staying. What have i learned from him over the past 4 years? Mainly that when someone repeatedly tells you that you are a bad person, there is a chance they may be wrong. I let him convince me for almost 4 years, but i finally realized that the only thing wrong was his expecting me to always agree with him. Having my own opinion does not make me a bad person.

Now we are in the process of restructuring, getting rid of all the things my boss took on just because he didn’t want anyone else to do them. Of course, he never got around to doing many of them at all as a result, but hey, at least he was in control. The restructure is both exciting and daunting. I think we can do great things. But i am exhausted.

The office / darkroom remodel, with its many floor-levelings, is almost to the point where we get to add cabinets. The walls are painted, the flooring is in, i’ve started painting baseboard and door frame and soon will paint the window frames and door. It will be so cool! But i am exhausted.

The tub and dishwasher are unclogged, the dryer unfixed. After three weeks, and multiple replacement parts, we decided to call a pro. If my clothes rack held more than half a load of laundry, i wouldn’t care so much. But it doesn’t, and i am exhausted.

I have knit, and yet am unmotivated and unfocused to knit. I want to shoot, but all my daylight hours are taken. Once we get the office done and i can put things away, i know i’ll have room to do some still-lifes indoors, but for now i am just exhausted.

What i really want is some MAGIC. Yes, the kind that comes in all upper-case letters. The kind that makes me want get out there and DO things. The kind you have to make yourself 😉

a bad case of the Mondays

Tuesday, October 4th, 2005

i tend to have a hard time waking up on mondays; especially in the fall. Yesterday was such a day. But, even running late, i was determined to ride to work and not bum a ride on the scooter with sop. My goal with my ride to work is to decrease my actual ride time. I can’t control the traffic lights, but what happens between them is largely up to me. I pushed up the long hill, still working the dust from the basement work out of my lungs; the light for the second part of the hill stayed green; i made it through. I heard a crunch. Gravel? A pop. Hmm… I watched my back tire as i continued to grind and saw it flatten.

Oh well, at least i had my pump. Shoot, no patch kit.

But that was okay because i had a spare tube. If i could just release the brake cable so i could get the wheel off. Where were my allen wrenches? Oh, somewhere at home with all the other things i can’t find since the move and the basement work.

Oh well, at least i was only a mile away from work.

So i walked to work, setting a ridetime record of 37 minutes, blowing my old record of 21 minutes out of the water!

Late to work and the lights were all out. My colleague T was at a doctor appointment and my boss? Well, you never know when he’ll show up – sometimes it’s not until the next day, but that’s okay with me. Except for the phones. With the help desk out, that left me to deal with phones and every time i got off the phone there were three more messages to deal with.

Oh well, at least that only lasted until about 10:00.

So i tried to take care of some things i had been neglecting. Sent an email inquiring about a package i was expecting, although i wasn’t sure exactly what i was expecting anymore as the other person had been busy, and i had been busy and i really should have contacted her earlier. She got back to me saying the package had been shipped, but hurt by the tone i used in my email. I didn’t mean it to have a TONE. Really! I was trying to be calm, but i guess i failed.

Oh well, at least it happened with someone to whom i could apologise, not just some stranger on the street. I reviewed some emails, looking for on from my friend C, who always send me things to make me laugh. Then, determined to just focus on the circle flies, or perhaps the male table seller on eBay, i set out to lunch, because food might just help.

The cafe near my office usually has at least one vegetarian soup. That day it was Roasted Vegetable. Not my favorite, but at least it was better than beef stew. But what was that in the soup? OLIVES? Igit. I hate olives. Why on earth are there olives in the roasted vegetable soup anyway? Aren’t olives a fruit?

Oh well, at least it was warm.

But today is Tuesday and i woke up as one can only wake up to The Mighty Mighty Bosstones. The shower was wonderful, the protein shake tasty and the thunder outside well, thunderous. And my tea smelled so good, even as the teapot lid fell off and hot (never boiling) tea gushed all over my hand.

But at least i could run cool water over it.

Yup, it is definitely a Tuesday.

i heart nena

Thursday, September 15th, 2005

after waking up to the nena CD “wenn alles richtig ist, dann stimmt was nich”, i decided to have an all-nena-all-day sort of day. got to work and did the basics: checked email, created a few tickets, started on a new script, etc. and then i remembered the “jamma nicht” CD. Had just popped it in and put on my headphones when my boss walked in to the room to the accompianment of “ganz gelassen”. It was to my own private enjoyment, and would have also been even without the headphones, as no one else in the office speaks german, that he strutted around while nena crooned (only much better):

“but one day i’ll be easy going
walk past you without hating you
i will wish that you’ll see for yourself
what a giant asshole you are.

how very fitting.

this is really one of my favorite nena CDs. quite positive and her voice is nicely in the foreground, not overpowered by accompianment or background singers.

nena, thank you for making this day bearable, even though i must work with the man WHO TALKS IN CAPS ALL DAY EVERY DAY.