Yup, I'll get started now - better late than never.
Showing posts with label time management. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time management. Show all posts
10.03.2020
6.11.2020
I am feeling fairly low right now
Do you know how easy it is to do nothing?
Do you know how hard it is on a person to do nothing?
Do you know how hard it is on a person to do nothing?
5.24.2020
What a funny week
I finally took some time off - and I mean really took time. Using the first of my accrued vacation days for the year, and had every intention to drive to mom's for a visit, but due to restrictions being lifted, and the influx of selfish drivers on the highway, coupled with a weekend holiday...it made sense to remain home instead. Sad but true.
The first day of my self-inflicted furlough boasted a scheduled doctor visit (which was harder than hen's teeth to get). I found one of my freckles had gone rogue around two - maybe three - months ago, becoming red and itchy, tender and flaking. But what really concerned me was the way it mounded where it used to be flat. It took a failed attempt at a virtual call with a doctor, and for her to realize I was saying I have a reason to be seen and not just virtually heard, that culminated in an actual face-to-face meeting...thankfully.
I worked Monday through Thursday afternoon, then gleefully ran out the building for a long, five-day weekend. Yes, that's right. I had scheduled the equivalent to a work week of days off, and whether I lazed them away, or crammed every nook and cranny full of needful activities had yet to be seen.
Here we are now exactly halfway through my break, and I can honestly say it's looking like a solid mix of good intentions has become 70% 'laze' and 30% 'gave it a good shot at accomplishment.' [insert laughter here] Do I have high hopes of bettering the outcome on the 'getting-something-done' side? Mmmmm...I dunno.
Anyhow, back to the doctor visit.
After looking at the bugger on my forearm, the doctor shared my concern and decided it was best not to leave it in place. He quickly set up to perform a "punch biopsy," and we got down to business. The photo shows one day after the event. I was told to change the bandage, perhaps clean it up a bit; no scrubbing, but a sudsy rinse, air dry and application of antibiotic ointment before covering again.
Mission accomplished.
In between the biopsy and this morning I bought a new riding lawnmower and cut 5/6ths of the front jungle, washed one load of laundry, cleaned a small section of the garage, searched the internet for stuff, paid bills, chatted with both of my sons (and my mom), and baked a bit. I still need to get to the grocery store for cat food, milk, more flour, fruit and salad items, orange juice, and one or two other items. Let's see how well I do today.
The end of this coming week will find me at the doc's office to have the sutures removed and (hopefully) learn the down-low on the creature he carved out of my arm. This particular morning began dark and wet, but the sun is currently shining and I see no reason not to try and free up more space on the garage floor - do you? But first I believe I will look at the weather forecast to see if it's changed for the better or stayed the same.
What are you up to today?
The first day of my self-inflicted furlough boasted a scheduled doctor visit (which was harder than hen's teeth to get). I found one of my freckles had gone rogue around two - maybe three - months ago, becoming red and itchy, tender and flaking. But what really concerned me was the way it mounded where it used to be flat. It took a failed attempt at a virtual call with a doctor, and for her to realize I was saying I have a reason to be seen and not just virtually heard, that culminated in an actual face-to-face meeting...thankfully.I worked Monday through Thursday afternoon, then gleefully ran out the building for a long, five-day weekend. Yes, that's right. I had scheduled the equivalent to a work week of days off, and whether I lazed them away, or crammed every nook and cranny full of needful activities had yet to be seen.
Here we are now exactly halfway through my break, and I can honestly say it's looking like a solid mix of good intentions has become 70% 'laze' and 30% 'gave it a good shot at accomplishment.' [insert laughter here] Do I have high hopes of bettering the outcome on the 'getting-something-done' side? Mmmmm...I dunno.
Anyhow, back to the doctor visit.After looking at the bugger on my forearm, the doctor shared my concern and decided it was best not to leave it in place. He quickly set up to perform a "punch biopsy," and we got down to business. The photo shows one day after the event. I was told to change the bandage, perhaps clean it up a bit; no scrubbing, but a sudsy rinse, air dry and application of antibiotic ointment before covering again.
Mission accomplished.
In between the biopsy and this morning I bought a new riding lawnmower and cut 5/6ths of the front jungle, washed one load of laundry, cleaned a small section of the garage, searched the internet for stuff, paid bills, chatted with both of my sons (and my mom), and baked a bit. I still need to get to the grocery store for cat food, milk, more flour, fruit and salad items, orange juice, and one or two other items. Let's see how well I do today.
The end of this coming week will find me at the doc's office to have the sutures removed and (hopefully) learn the down-low on the creature he carved out of my arm. This particular morning began dark and wet, but the sun is currently shining and I see no reason not to try and free up more space on the garage floor - do you? But first I believe I will look at the weather forecast to see if it's changed for the better or stayed the same.
What are you up to today?
4.30.2020
Another year around the sun completed
There, there's that finished and I'm still here. Nyah-nyah.
Heartache and grief didn't kill me.
This Covid19 thingy is out there, so time will tell; 'til then, still ticking.
Elusive employers & a lack of interviews hasn't kept me from breathing.
Driving alongside absolute idiots in cars on I-75 daily - still here.
Last May's heart episode - and subsequent double concussion - HA!
Shed pounds; found more; lost others; holding my own.
Survived the horror of a would-be Quality Engineer. Buh-bye.
The morning is evaporating quickly, so I must get up and move on with this day. Even though I will still be here when it is finished, the time will be lost.
Heartache and grief didn't kill me.
This Covid19 thingy is out there, so time will tell; 'til then, still ticking.
Elusive employers & a lack of interviews hasn't kept me from breathing.
Driving alongside absolute idiots in cars on I-75 daily - still here.
Last May's heart episode - and subsequent double concussion - HA!
Shed pounds; found more; lost others; holding my own.
Survived the horror of a would-be Quality Engineer. Buh-bye.
The morning is evaporating quickly, so I must get up and move on with this day. Even though I will still be here when it is finished, the time will be lost.
4.25.2020
Moving on - sort of
I've been wanting to write lately ("lately" equating to from around December 2019 to about now), but ran into a couple of technical issues that kept me from the blog. As you can tell, things are right again (for the time being), so here we are, and here we go.
It's a bright, beautiful Saturday afternoon. The boys are cuddled up and napping, and since Odin currently is hunkered in 'the tent', I feel obliged to remain in bed, too. Yes! It's after 7:45AM and I am still in bed, so calm your jets. Do I have a lot of things to get to...things I should already have accomplished after all of these weeks of flying solo? That would be an emphatic "YES" (- doesn't everyone?), but I seem to have skillfully managed to fritter away so many weekends finishing very little after starting so much. [grimacing]
Let's blame it on:
- the doldrums, or
- the blues, or
- rewarding myself with weekend laziness for having made it through another week, or
- Covid19. Goodness knows this pandemic is the root of all unhappiness at present.
Oh, and in case you've lost track, my lovely girls are all gone now. Old age and health issues have taken sweet, outgoing, robust Cleo, her glorious-but-skittish litter sister (and Blue Cream Maine Coon) Flop, and lastly our mouthy mama bean Hobbes.
After Clee and Flop departed we found Hobbes was depressed and lonely in the kitty partner category, so we adopted/rescued an older sweet street waif - a gentleman through and through - we named "Jake." He was in worse than rough condition, and diagnosed with extremely advanced FIV (feline AIDS), but none of that could tarnish the desire to add him to our brood. Jake was priceless and one of a kind, but besides all of that, he deserved a home and an easier future (for whatever remained of it) - even though it only ended up lasting 5.5 months.
November found us looking for another companion for 'Beana', and she was quickly joined by a totally different sort of brute in the form of an immense Red Maine Coon we dubbed "Booker." Book was a thin-ish juvenile (judged to be around three years of age by the rescue vet), rambunctious and rag-tag in his furriness. He needed some love and care, and a place where he could learn to feel safe once again. He hated my crying over Jake from time to time, and had no issue hissing at me to express his dissatisfaction. I have to admit to being somewhat terrified at his full-faced hisses, and lack of desire to be held, so it's little wonder there was good cause for confusion and trepidation about this new addition.
While he and Beana were excellent company from the start, we humans were held at bay in the get-to-know-you arena. I should say that was true more for me than Karl. Book took to Karl at the beginning more than to myself, and I had a hard time adjusting to the whole thing in general. Don't get me wrong, I loved Booker - I wanted to show him this - but we did not hit it off at the first, and I am not an inwardly patient person. Outwardly, people see me very differently...but this is of little consequence to the story at hand.
A few months later we came to the end of Hobbes' earthly reign, and it was time to search for a companion for Booker. This was not going to be easy or straight forward...and perhaps Book would have been alright as a solo house cat but, truth-be-told, I needed to have another kitty. After all, this had been a three kitty household (and family) for the better part of twenty years!
Once again our purveyor of rescue cats, Dottie (the bringer of Booker and Jake), stepped up to ferry a new rescue into our lives in the form of Odin (formerly dubbed "Possum"). His hard luck story has been told here before, so I won't bore you with it again. If you need to review, you can find it by clicking the label "Odin," and all entries pertaining to our little rapscallion will be at your beck and call.
It took very little time to get the boys integrated - granted, it took more time than other introductions had in our shifting feline dynamics - but less than it could have with these two strong male personalities. Before long, they were comfortable and silly with one another, and we had a working, co-habitating family once more. If you haven't seen it, I put together a very short photo display of the two boys ("the Twins" as we called them), and I will try to locate it and include it in the blog. It shows Booker and Odin, in napping form - and always, ALWAYS with Odin inching closer to Book, until one day...boo yaka shah! [thanks for that, Faraaz]
After less than three years in our arms and beds, and everywhere in between, Booker's time on earth came to an abrupt end. It took the rest of August and all of September for Karl to allow even the possibility of finding a new addition to our family. Odin was in tremendous need, and I was, too, but Karl was torn apart and unable to permit himself the thought of another addition. So, one day while he was out and I ran errands, I came across a roadside rescue event...and the rest is history.
Moving on is not always easy, but it isn't always difficult either, it's just a process. Sometimes the process is messy or protracted. Sometimes the process requires additional steps to be added to the flow chart. Sometimes you don't have anything more to the process other than simply getting up each and every day and surviving until the sun sets and you crawl back into bed. This is where I have been lately, stuck in the get-up-go-do-make-it-through-and-get-back-to-safety routine. I am trying to put distance between myself and my miserable recent past. Depression, the doctor said, and here's a pill for it.
Well, I said "no thanks" - maybe it was a wrong decision, I know it cheesed off one friend - and I am still finding my way around the fuzzy corners and through dark mental hallways. It looks (in my emotional-mentals) like a long dark space (not unlike a wide corridor), and every so often I come upon what I swear would be a doorway. There's a narrow beam of light piercing the gloom, as if from under a closed door, but when I get to the wall where the 'door' should be to feel for a doorknob or handle, there's nothing. I get down on my belly to look under the door, but have the distinct feeling of fear that I am far too close to the edge of being on that floor and falling over instead of seeing something tangible in the space where the light is existing.
Sorry, that's the best way of describing how it feels. It makes taking chances seem futile and overwhelmingly frightening, and so it is safer to keep to myself. Don't reach out; leave your hands at your sides and be careful. See, it feels if I reach out - instead of receiving help - I might actually accidentally push people (family, friends) away...over the edge and out of my life. If I do nothing, if I keep my hands to myself, I won't be doing any unintended harm. Does that makes sense? Don't pull people down and don't push them.
Maybe I am doing it all wrong, but I am also not moving forward (good) or backward (not so good). However, I'm also not moving on.
[sigh]
It's a bright, beautiful Saturday afternoon. The boys are cuddled up and napping, and since Odin currently is hunkered in 'the tent', I feel obliged to remain in bed, too. Yes! It's after 7:45AM and I am still in bed, so calm your jets. Do I have a lot of things to get to...things I should already have accomplished after all of these weeks of flying solo? That would be an emphatic "YES" (- doesn't everyone?), but I seem to have skillfully managed to fritter away so many weekends finishing very little after starting so much. [grimacing]
Let's blame it on:
- the doldrums, or
- the blues, or
- rewarding myself with weekend laziness for having made it through another week, or
- Covid19. Goodness knows this pandemic is the root of all unhappiness at present.
Oh, and in case you've lost track, my lovely girls are all gone now. Old age and health issues have taken sweet, outgoing, robust Cleo, her glorious-but-skittish litter sister (and Blue Cream Maine Coon) Flop, and lastly our mouthy mama bean Hobbes.
After Clee and Flop departed we found Hobbes was depressed and lonely in the kitty partner category, so we adopted/rescued an older sweet street waif - a gentleman through and through - we named "Jake." He was in worse than rough condition, and diagnosed with extremely advanced FIV (feline AIDS), but none of that could tarnish the desire to add him to our brood. Jake was priceless and one of a kind, but besides all of that, he deserved a home and an easier future (for whatever remained of it) - even though it only ended up lasting 5.5 months.
November found us looking for another companion for 'Beana', and she was quickly joined by a totally different sort of brute in the form of an immense Red Maine Coon we dubbed "Booker." Book was a thin-ish juvenile (judged to be around three years of age by the rescue vet), rambunctious and rag-tag in his furriness. He needed some love and care, and a place where he could learn to feel safe once again. He hated my crying over Jake from time to time, and had no issue hissing at me to express his dissatisfaction. I have to admit to being somewhat terrified at his full-faced hisses, and lack of desire to be held, so it's little wonder there was good cause for confusion and trepidation about this new addition.
While he and Beana were excellent company from the start, we humans were held at bay in the get-to-know-you arena. I should say that was true more for me than Karl. Book took to Karl at the beginning more than to myself, and I had a hard time adjusting to the whole thing in general. Don't get me wrong, I loved Booker - I wanted to show him this - but we did not hit it off at the first, and I am not an inwardly patient person. Outwardly, people see me very differently...but this is of little consequence to the story at hand.
A few months later we came to the end of Hobbes' earthly reign, and it was time to search for a companion for Booker. This was not going to be easy or straight forward...and perhaps Book would have been alright as a solo house cat but, truth-be-told, I needed to have another kitty. After all, this had been a three kitty household (and family) for the better part of twenty years!
Once again our purveyor of rescue cats, Dottie (the bringer of Booker and Jake), stepped up to ferry a new rescue into our lives in the form of Odin (formerly dubbed "Possum"). His hard luck story has been told here before, so I won't bore you with it again. If you need to review, you can find it by clicking the label "Odin," and all entries pertaining to our little rapscallion will be at your beck and call.
It took very little time to get the boys integrated - granted, it took more time than other introductions had in our shifting feline dynamics - but less than it could have with these two strong male personalities. Before long, they were comfortable and silly with one another, and we had a working, co-habitating family once more. If you haven't seen it, I put together a very short photo display of the two boys ("the Twins" as we called them), and I will try to locate it and include it in the blog. It shows Booker and Odin, in napping form - and always, ALWAYS with Odin inching closer to Book, until one day...boo yaka shah! [thanks for that, Faraaz]
After less than three years in our arms and beds, and everywhere in between, Booker's time on earth came to an abrupt end. It took the rest of August and all of September for Karl to allow even the possibility of finding a new addition to our family. Odin was in tremendous need, and I was, too, but Karl was torn apart and unable to permit himself the thought of another addition. So, one day while he was out and I ran errands, I came across a roadside rescue event...and the rest is history.
Moving on is not always easy, but it isn't always difficult either, it's just a process. Sometimes the process is messy or protracted. Sometimes the process requires additional steps to be added to the flow chart. Sometimes you don't have anything more to the process other than simply getting up each and every day and surviving until the sun sets and you crawl back into bed. This is where I have been lately, stuck in the get-up-go-do-make-it-through-and-get-back-to-safety routine. I am trying to put distance between myself and my miserable recent past. Depression, the doctor said, and here's a pill for it.
Well, I said "no thanks" - maybe it was a wrong decision, I know it cheesed off one friend - and I am still finding my way around the fuzzy corners and through dark mental hallways. It looks (in my emotional-mentals) like a long dark space (not unlike a wide corridor), and every so often I come upon what I swear would be a doorway. There's a narrow beam of light piercing the gloom, as if from under a closed door, but when I get to the wall where the 'door' should be to feel for a doorknob or handle, there's nothing. I get down on my belly to look under the door, but have the distinct feeling of fear that I am far too close to the edge of being on that floor and falling over instead of seeing something tangible in the space where the light is existing.
Sorry, that's the best way of describing how it feels. It makes taking chances seem futile and overwhelmingly frightening, and so it is safer to keep to myself. Don't reach out; leave your hands at your sides and be careful. See, it feels if I reach out - instead of receiving help - I might actually accidentally push people (family, friends) away...over the edge and out of my life. If I do nothing, if I keep my hands to myself, I won't be doing any unintended harm. Does that makes sense? Don't pull people down and don't push them.
Maybe I am doing it all wrong, but I am also not moving forward (good) or backward (not so good). However, I'm also not moving on.
[sigh]
2.03.2019
Random stuff
Things I need to do:
- the dishes
- thank you notes from the holidays
- today's cat box doody duty
- laundry
Things I want to do:
- stitching on "Peacock"
- laundry
- assembling more of VG
- find the control pedal for my Bernina
- finding and buying a replacement hubcap for the Duke
- appliqueing more of the floral mandala
- beginning my "Blackbird" piece
Things I am dreading:
- meeting on Tuesday
- laundry (because the drain pipe may be frozen - and back-up, again)
- those dam*ed dishes
Things I am curious about:
- how Click is doing (our rescue bat)
Calling my mom comes in to play, too, but I didn't know which list to add that to.
- the dishes
- thank you notes from the holidays
- today's cat box doody duty
- laundry
Things I want to do:
- stitching on "Peacock"
- laundry
- assembling more of VG
- find the control pedal for my Bernina
- finding and buying a replacement hubcap for the Duke
- appliqueing more of the floral mandala
- beginning my "Blackbird" piece
Things I am dreading:
- meeting on Tuesday
- laundry (because the drain pipe may be frozen - and back-up, again)
- those dam*ed dishes
Things I am curious about:
- how Click is doing (our rescue bat)
Calling my mom comes in to play, too, but I didn't know which list to add that to.
12.28.2018
A tick in the box
2018 is winding down, but for some reason it feels as though this particular downhill slide to the final midnight is happening at an unusually precipitous rate. Am I alone in this thought?
Well, before I lose all hope of finishing the year with little more to show than clean cat boxes and a full time job, there's a list in my pocket with several things that require doing before the final days and hours evaporate. So, allow me to bid you a fond adieu - at least until I can sit at the keyboard again and regale you with bits and pieces of my daily comings and goings. Shouldn't be long, only a few more boxes to tick.
Merrily yours ~
== ^ . . ^ ==
>^..^<
Well, before I lose all hope of finishing the year with little more to show than clean cat boxes and a full time job, there's a list in my pocket with several things that require doing before the final days and hours evaporate. So, allow me to bid you a fond adieu - at least until I can sit at the keyboard again and regale you with bits and pieces of my daily comings and goings. Shouldn't be long, only a few more boxes to tick.
Merrily yours ~
== ^ . . ^ ==
>^..^<
12.26.2018
Not a day late, just the day after
Yup, yesterday was Christmas, and I managed to keep from uttering 'the phrase" to all but two people, - so, I feel as though I've achieved almost complete hermit status.
All of my cards made it out of my hands and to their recipients (at least I hope they made it to their destinations), but Karl dragged his feet and missed getting one of his (I say three, he says one) out the door and on the way. Not a bad average
Karl and I each took a turn speaking with mom, but I truly wish she were here - or, at the very least, much closer. it would make visiting easier. I am aware she doesn't want to leave her beloved northern tundra, her moose and deer, and that icy lake, but I think it's time to get her south of the bridge. Much as she dislikes living in the land of the trolls, she should be moving into closer proximity to the bulk of her sibs and kinder - sooner rather than later.
We had dinner at the kids' new home in Holly on Christmas eve; it was fairly low-key, and the meal was delicious.
Just in case you are behind the eight ball, Brian and Angels bought a condo - not too far from their old apartment - and it's a world of difference in size and sounds and smells. Needless to say, the honeymooners are happy in their new digs, and the pets are settled in, too. Bud will need to look a little harder to find work with a decent income in that direction, just to keep from having to drive great distances in his old car, but that was the decision they made.
No complaint here, but an observation: it's been a 'warm' season so far - between Thanksgiving and Christmas - and the weather peeps are calling for more of the same... and warmer! With the bulk of winter ahead of us, I wouldn't mind a bit of this sort of thing lasting the next month or two. Yes, I do prefer cooler temps to warmer ones, but you take what you can get, right?
The twins are doing well: Booker is far more playful again, so hopefully I can get Karl to play along when I am at work and keep Book moving more to rid him of some chunky monkey pounds. Even a Maine Coon can be too large. And Odin is doing better intestinal-ly speaking. He remains rambunctious and Odin-rific, keeping Booker jumping with his spastic antics; and the FiV is well off in the background for the time being.
OK, so I've covered all of the bases for the time being. I was trying to be informative and still keep from being too verbose; practice makes perfect, or so they say. For now, I am going to tidy up a bit, then plunk myself in a chair and sort through some old papers and balance the bank account against the statement! In the background I will binge on The Great British Baking Show, starting at the first episode. Yes, I've seen them all before, but it's enjoyable (tasty) viewing, and well worth a second screening. From there, goodness knows what I'll do, but it will be in the house and not out and about with throngs of people or crazy 'me first' drivers.
Oh, there is one item of note which I didn't go into, but it will keep for the time being.
Blessings to one and all, and safe travels to those on the roads or in the air ~
All of my cards made it out of my hands and to their recipients (at least I hope they made it to their destinations), but Karl dragged his feet and missed getting one of his (I say three, he says one) out the door and on the way. Not a bad average
Karl and I each took a turn speaking with mom, but I truly wish she were here - or, at the very least, much closer. it would make visiting easier. I am aware she doesn't want to leave her beloved northern tundra, her moose and deer, and that icy lake, but I think it's time to get her south of the bridge. Much as she dislikes living in the land of the trolls, she should be moving into closer proximity to the bulk of her sibs and kinder - sooner rather than later.
We had dinner at the kids' new home in Holly on Christmas eve; it was fairly low-key, and the meal was delicious.
Just in case you are behind the eight ball, Brian and Angels bought a condo - not too far from their old apartment - and it's a world of difference in size and sounds and smells. Needless to say, the honeymooners are happy in their new digs, and the pets are settled in, too. Bud will need to look a little harder to find work with a decent income in that direction, just to keep from having to drive great distances in his old car, but that was the decision they made.
No complaint here, but an observation: it's been a 'warm' season so far - between Thanksgiving and Christmas - and the weather peeps are calling for more of the same... and warmer! With the bulk of winter ahead of us, I wouldn't mind a bit of this sort of thing lasting the next month or two. Yes, I do prefer cooler temps to warmer ones, but you take what you can get, right?
The twins are doing well: Booker is far more playful again, so hopefully I can get Karl to play along when I am at work and keep Book moving more to rid him of some chunky monkey pounds. Even a Maine Coon can be too large. And Odin is doing better intestinal-ly speaking. He remains rambunctious and Odin-rific, keeping Booker jumping with his spastic antics; and the FiV is well off in the background for the time being.
OK, so I've covered all of the bases for the time being. I was trying to be informative and still keep from being too verbose; practice makes perfect, or so they say. For now, I am going to tidy up a bit, then plunk myself in a chair and sort through some old papers and balance the bank account against the statement! In the background I will binge on The Great British Baking Show, starting at the first episode. Yes, I've seen them all before, but it's enjoyable (tasty) viewing, and well worth a second screening. From there, goodness knows what I'll do, but it will be in the house and not out and about with throngs of people or crazy 'me first' drivers.
Oh, there is one item of note which I didn't go into, but it will keep for the time being.
Blessings to one and all, and safe travels to those on the roads or in the air ~
5.05.2018
My thoughts are all over the place
I have to find a way to be as wise and capable of utilizing and filling the hours of my off time and weekends as I am at managing the hours at work. What's up with that, anyway?
The last several months have been filled with so much activity and expectation and impending milestones, that I scarcely begin to concentrate on the first item when I realize I am nowhere near ready for the next one. And then....WHAM! The first event arrives and passes in such a rush, it's like watching a speeding train slam pass as you stand inches away on the platform - feeling the heady gust of tumultuous breeze in its wake.
At first you are knocked back a bit, but then the momentum of the tidal air catches you up and drags your clothing, your hair, your possessions along with the train's inertia. It's irresistible in its force; the excitement, the speed, the unknown, the hopes, the dreams...
...and then it's gone.
It wasn't your joyous moment; you're just sharing it with the owners - or rather, they were just sharing it with you. But that doesn't matter, because the need for adding happiness into your life in any way possible is a larger impetus than the actuality of simply being a bystander in your own everyday world, and hoping to find a little joy of your own here and there.
This year has been/is going to be such a succession of happiness and life changes for my family - oh, and for friends near and far, too (but never far from my heart). 2018 seems consumed with improvement and joy - and it's about time, too. So come on, bullet train! Speed through and make our lives better. Stir up a wake of indescribable happiness and change. The happiness will be a nice change.
That said, here's me, trying to find ways to induce myself to become more reactive; to be a person of action on my own behalf. Here's me hoping to make change and improvements an everyday occurrence and not just something borne out of an immediate need. Instead of lazily spending my weekends in a relaxed mode, I need to make myself more of a doer (not an overachiever, per se), more of a go-getter and a 'get-er-done-er' for my own benefit.
Wish me luck - or come give me a kick in the butt. Either would be welcomed and gratefully accepted.
The last several months have been filled with so much activity and expectation and impending milestones, that I scarcely begin to concentrate on the first item when I realize I am nowhere near ready for the next one. And then....WHAM! The first event arrives and passes in such a rush, it's like watching a speeding train slam pass as you stand inches away on the platform - feeling the heady gust of tumultuous breeze in its wake.
At first you are knocked back a bit, but then the momentum of the tidal air catches you up and drags your clothing, your hair, your possessions along with the train's inertia. It's irresistible in its force; the excitement, the speed, the unknown, the hopes, the dreams...
...and then it's gone.
It wasn't your joyous moment; you're just sharing it with the owners - or rather, they were just sharing it with you. But that doesn't matter, because the need for adding happiness into your life in any way possible is a larger impetus than the actuality of simply being a bystander in your own everyday world, and hoping to find a little joy of your own here and there.
This year has been/is going to be such a succession of happiness and life changes for my family - oh, and for friends near and far, too (but never far from my heart). 2018 seems consumed with improvement and joy - and it's about time, too. So come on, bullet train! Speed through and make our lives better. Stir up a wake of indescribable happiness and change. The happiness will be a nice change.
That said, here's me, trying to find ways to induce myself to become more reactive; to be a person of action on my own behalf. Here's me hoping to make change and improvements an everyday occurrence and not just something borne out of an immediate need. Instead of lazily spending my weekends in a relaxed mode, I need to make myself more of a doer (not an overachiever, per se), more of a go-getter and a 'get-er-done-er' for my own benefit.
Wish me luck - or come give me a kick in the butt. Either would be welcomed and gratefully accepted.
12.28.2015
Fresh start(s)
My life seems to be a series of beginnings.
Lots of beginnings - some very unwelcomed ones. Lots of very unexpected ones. Many sought after and hard won. Some longed for but lost, and others despised and egregious. But all of them was a fresh start - for the most part. Not surprisingly, those beginnings came with a price, more often than not. On occasion they were anticipated costs - even precipitated by something I purposefully set in action - but a good number of the endings were shocks and disappointments.
Unfortunate as they were, even some of the worst endings brought about some great beginnings. Those are the ones I would prefer to think about. However, this is all a matter for another discussion at another time.
Currently, I am headed for two beginnings in 2016, and I couldn't be more pleased. Although, it feels a very tempered excitement, I am eager to begin. The first is quite obviously the beginning of the new year, but of course, you probably went there straight away, you clever reader. The second is a new job - IN AN OFFICE - at long last. There will be more on this development in the coming weeks, but for now, I must get busy if I am to make a dent in what needs doing over the course of the next week.
So, if you will excuse me, I need to slip away to the sewing area to start another new thing or two - a skirt and a pair of trousers. There's also a top I've cut out and need to assemble, so I may as well get started. It'll be nice to have some fresh clothes to wear on my first day.
By the way, I wrestled with the phrase "new beginnings", but realized a 'beginning' is actually something new, so why the need to qualify it as a 'new beginning'?
Lots of beginnings - some very unwelcomed ones. Lots of very unexpected ones. Many sought after and hard won. Some longed for but lost, and others despised and egregious. But all of them was a fresh start - for the most part. Not surprisingly, those beginnings came with a price, more often than not. On occasion they were anticipated costs - even precipitated by something I purposefully set in action - but a good number of the endings were shocks and disappointments.
Unfortunate as they were, even some of the worst endings brought about some great beginnings. Those are the ones I would prefer to think about. However, this is all a matter for another discussion at another time.
Currently, I am headed for two beginnings in 2016, and I couldn't be more pleased. Although, it feels a very tempered excitement, I am eager to begin. The first is quite obviously the beginning of the new year, but of course, you probably went there straight away, you clever reader. The second is a new job - IN AN OFFICE - at long last. There will be more on this development in the coming weeks, but for now, I must get busy if I am to make a dent in what needs doing over the course of the next week.
So, if you will excuse me, I need to slip away to the sewing area to start another new thing or two - a skirt and a pair of trousers. There's also a top I've cut out and need to assemble, so I may as well get started. It'll be nice to have some fresh clothes to wear on my first day.
By the way, I wrestled with the phrase "new beginnings", but realized a 'beginning' is actually something new, so why the need to qualify it as a 'new beginning'?
12.22.2015
Decisions
Gee, we humans make an awful lot of decisions in a day, don't we? Some of us have to make decisions minute by minute, and when you are driving, well.... it's goes without saying. Suffice to say, life is a decision-making roulette wheel.
Just over a year ago I decided to go into blogging hibernation with this blog. I have two others that I regularly write in, and since there was/is no readership on this blog I figured, "why not." This was the first of my forays into blogging, and I hated the thought of eliminating all of the work and words that had been committed to e-paper, so I simply walked away for a while.
I hoped the time away would have helped me keep from sharing the absolute bitterness I was feeling in nearly all aspects of my life at the time. And so it did.
Am I any less bitter? Oh, probably not.
However, I am feeling more akin to the description I originally posted for the blog so many years ago.
I am feeling more in control and less frazzled than I have for a long time - and that's a good thing.
I feel more likely to share and (hopefully) less likely to 'vent' than I would have a year ago.
I posted once or twice from around June, and then again back in October, and realized there was still an overriding element of anger in what it was that compelled me to pen an entry.... so I stopped and took another step back. Life had become a nemesis.
Deep breath.
So here's me, blogging once more. It most likely won't be lots of stuff, and most definitely won't be every day, but it will be something. If you have a curiosity about the sewing/quilting activities, you can make your way to one or both of these bloggy-type addresses:
1) for Crazy Quilting only - www.bethsmadasahatter.blogspot.com and
2) for traditional block quilting updates - www.truenorthquilter.blogspot.com
I carry on at those two sites about quilting simply because anyone who loves quilting will want to be there, and some folks who have read here in the past had been critical of "quilting stuff" showing up in my everyday life/words. Well, hey! Gee I am so sorry my interests got in the way of you reading about my life, but....thpbt! Pardon me while I snicker at your idiocracy.
'nuff said.
Those other two blogs are full of happiness and accomplishment from the last year (and more), but if you can't handle that sort of happiness, by all means stay here. [laughing at your folly, you grumpy person out there] This year was full enough of things to catch up on, and over time, some of it will be revealed - but much of it will fall by the wayside, and that is OK, too. At least, it's OK with me. I lived through it, and I know what happened. The automotive world has their 'big three', and so do I. Mine are work, family, and other stuff. I guess that's enough to look forward to, eh?
Anyhow, lots of stuff needs doing, and I haven't a moment to spare, so let's not dawdle here. I will be back in a day or two to begin the recap, and if you're good, Santa will leave you a cookie or two for the new year.
Glad we're all back - this feels like a good decision. Enjoy your day :v)
Just over a year ago I decided to go into blogging hibernation with this blog. I have two others that I regularly write in, and since there was/is no readership on this blog I figured, "why not." This was the first of my forays into blogging, and I hated the thought of eliminating all of the work and words that had been committed to e-paper, so I simply walked away for a while.
I hoped the time away would have helped me keep from sharing the absolute bitterness I was feeling in nearly all aspects of my life at the time. And so it did.
Am I any less bitter? Oh, probably not.
However, I am feeling more akin to the description I originally posted for the blog so many years ago.
I am feeling more in control and less frazzled than I have for a long time - and that's a good thing.
I feel more likely to share and (hopefully) less likely to 'vent' than I would have a year ago.
I posted once or twice from around June, and then again back in October, and realized there was still an overriding element of anger in what it was that compelled me to pen an entry.... so I stopped and took another step back. Life had become a nemesis.
Deep breath.
So here's me, blogging once more. It most likely won't be lots of stuff, and most definitely won't be every day, but it will be something. If you have a curiosity about the sewing/quilting activities, you can make your way to one or both of these bloggy-type addresses:
1) for Crazy Quilting only - www.bethsmadasahatter.blogspot.com and
2) for traditional block quilting updates - www.truenorthquilter.blogspot.com
I carry on at those two sites about quilting simply because anyone who loves quilting will want to be there, and some folks who have read here in the past had been critical of "quilting stuff" showing up in my everyday life/words. Well, hey! Gee I am so sorry my interests got in the way of you reading about my life, but....thpbt! Pardon me while I snicker at your idiocracy.
'nuff said.
Those other two blogs are full of happiness and accomplishment from the last year (and more), but if you can't handle that sort of happiness, by all means stay here. [laughing at your folly, you grumpy person out there] This year was full enough of things to catch up on, and over time, some of it will be revealed - but much of it will fall by the wayside, and that is OK, too. At least, it's OK with me. I lived through it, and I know what happened. The automotive world has their 'big three', and so do I. Mine are work, family, and other stuff. I guess that's enough to look forward to, eh?
Anyhow, lots of stuff needs doing, and I haven't a moment to spare, so let's not dawdle here. I will be back in a day or two to begin the recap, and if you're good, Santa will leave you a cookie or two for the new year.
Glad we're all back - this feels like a good decision. Enjoy your day :v)
11.08.2013
Huzzah!
So far, I've managed to navigate the day without the aide of one throat lozenge, absent hot tea and honey, and sans headache (although I do realize I may have just jinxed that last one). However, I have used my share of tissues since waking, and am now ready to take a nap! Furthermore, I still have no rough draft to speak of for next week's comp class; I am tired of nudging Karl to finish his overdue essay for this week, and; have completed as much of the construction of someone else's quilt top as I have been asked to - because she 'wants to do some of it herself so she can learn how.' [forehead smack]
I can understand her difficulties with the instructions and methodology, anyway. The directions (as supplied by JAF for a quilt class project) are pretty piss-poor as written, and are very wasteful to boot. Due to my understanding of quilitng - and knowledge of piecing (even without directions) - I could reason it through fairly quickly, DESPITE the included JAFBS.
Wasn't easy to stop myself though, let me confess that right now, and it is a design I can see some merit in repeating in order to make several simple reproductions (with variations) in many color schemes. I'll be able to sell these fast little projects at farmer's markets (and the like) in the coming months...perhaps even rent a space at the local art-in-the-park broohaha late next summer! Scraps, happiness and cash - can't beat it.
Anyhow, I now need to begin getting ready to head off and teach a little applique` tonight. Maybe I should take something for a headache now - pre-emptively nip it in the bud, eh?
I can understand her difficulties with the instructions and methodology, anyway. The directions (as supplied by JAF for a quilt class project) are pretty piss-poor as written, and are very wasteful to boot. Due to my understanding of quilitng - and knowledge of piecing (even without directions) - I could reason it through fairly quickly, DESPITE the included JAFBS.
Wasn't easy to stop myself though, let me confess that right now, and it is a design I can see some merit in repeating in order to make several simple reproductions (with variations) in many color schemes. I'll be able to sell these fast little projects at farmer's markets (and the like) in the coming months...perhaps even rent a space at the local art-in-the-park broohaha late next summer! Scraps, happiness and cash - can't beat it.
Anyhow, I now need to begin getting ready to head off and teach a little applique` tonight. Maybe I should take something for a headache now - pre-emptively nip it in the bud, eh?
11.03.2013
Did you do it?
Have you done it, yet? Have you moved all your clocks back one hour?
If you haven't, it's no big deal - just leave 'em be. In another six months or so it'll be the correct time again and all will be right in your world. I say show up everywhere an hour early and impress people!
;v)
10.23.2013
Aaahhhhhhhh
I still need to get to the grocery store - since we have 'snain' on the way later this evening - but I did manage to COMPLETE ESSAY #2 and the additional two writing projects assigned this week! Done!
I'm DONE! OK, well, I'm done until new stuff is assigned, but it feels good to be finished for the week and able to sit and sew without feeling guilt (for anything more than avoiding housework). BIG ;v)
[happy sigh]
10.14.2013
Irritation
My most immediate gripe is of my composition instructor.
Karl has the same course with a different professor, and this dude (Karl's 'Prof N') is as incredibly prompt (and terrific) at communication as my composition dude is irresponsible and lackluster. They couldn't be any more diametrically opposed if they tried. My instructor either never checks his email, or checks it and ignores it for days at a stretch before responding, OR likes playing the "eenie-meanie-miney-moe" game with whatever class email he receives.
A full week ago I wrote to ask if he was able to view my essay submission in the screwed up application the college has decided to utilize for torturing students, er....make that "use as an instructional aide to enhance the class syllabus and face-to-face time." What a high-falutin' crock! Too many bugs in the system, and if someone (like myself) hasn't got an updated version of Windows, that damned thing won't work from your home computer! In fact, if you don't possess the latest and greatest software enabled laptop, iPad, etc., you can't do your homework from home! That is, unless you go to the extreme of spending another pile of money to buy the latest version of Windows to replace the non-upgradeable Vista that was (the only thing) available when [I] purchased my laptop in 2009.
That's right, I've had my current computer/laptop for more than four years!!! I'm not a lemming with a small anything complex (I also don't have a never-ending pile of cash under my mattress to blow on new hardware and phones and other gadgets). And look at me, I'm still breathing and functioning!
I'm happy (odd choice of words) to report that I am not the only person in class experiencing issues with the stupid MyWritingLab app/software/reporting tool, so I have been vindicated. The stupidest test of the MWL product came when I went to the campus library during a break to upload my essay from their computers. That's right, the MRL tool wasn't recognized by the school system! I was asked for permission to allow a "pop-up" to use the system. Then, the program had bugs beyond the firewall issue.....so HUGE RASPBERRIES to the new tool to make a lazy instructor's life easier! Hey, teachers - get yourself an email account students can utilize to submit their assignments via email - WITHOUT ALL THE DAMNED HOOPS!!
[pant, pant, pant]
I submitted it twice from different computers, and I have no idea if he ever saw the essay while in the precious MWL program. Jean submitted it from her Mac, where she saw the item snugly tucked into the "shared documents" folder, AND she could view it there, too. She even took a page image and we sent that to the instructor to show the document as having been in the system since the 4th of October! But when I queried whether he could view the document as sent via the library computer to the same program destination, I never received the courtesy of a reply!
[expletive, EXPLETIVE, EXPLETIVE]
Yes, I think it's safe to say I am a tad irritated.
Karl has the same course with a different professor, and this dude (Karl's 'Prof N') is as incredibly prompt (and terrific) at communication as my composition dude is irresponsible and lackluster. They couldn't be any more diametrically opposed if they tried. My instructor either never checks his email, or checks it and ignores it for days at a stretch before responding, OR likes playing the "eenie-meanie-miney-moe" game with whatever class email he receives.
A full week ago I wrote to ask if he was able to view my essay submission in the screwed up application the college has decided to utilize for torturing students, er....make that "use as an instructional aide to enhance the class syllabus and face-to-face time." What a high-falutin' crock! Too many bugs in the system, and if someone (like myself) hasn't got an updated version of Windows, that damned thing won't work from your home computer! In fact, if you don't possess the latest and greatest software enabled laptop, iPad, etc., you can't do your homework from home! That is, unless you go to the extreme of spending another pile of money to buy the latest version of Windows to replace the non-upgradeable Vista that was (the only thing) available when [I] purchased my laptop in 2009.
That's right, I've had my current computer/laptop for more than four years!!! I'm not a lemming with a small anything complex (I also don't have a never-ending pile of cash under my mattress to blow on new hardware and phones and other gadgets). And look at me, I'm still breathing and functioning!
I'm happy (odd choice of words) to report that I am not the only person in class experiencing issues with the stupid MyWritingLab app/software/reporting tool, so I have been vindicated. The stupidest test of the MWL product came when I went to the campus library during a break to upload my essay from their computers. That's right, the MRL tool wasn't recognized by the school system! I was asked for permission to allow a "pop-up" to use the system. Then, the program had bugs beyond the firewall issue.....so HUGE RASPBERRIES to the new tool to make a lazy instructor's life easier! Hey, teachers - get yourself an email account students can utilize to submit their assignments via email - WITHOUT ALL THE DAMNED HOOPS!!
[pant, pant, pant]
I submitted it twice from different computers, and I have no idea if he ever saw the essay while in the precious MWL program. Jean submitted it from her Mac, where she saw the item snugly tucked into the "shared documents" folder, AND she could view it there, too. She even took a page image and we sent that to the instructor to show the document as having been in the system since the 4th of October! But when I queried whether he could view the document as sent via the library computer to the same program destination, I never received the courtesy of a reply!
[expletive, EXPLETIVE, EXPLETIVE]
Yes, I think it's safe to say I am a tad irritated.
10.11.2013
**The things dreams are made of
I seem to be stuck in my own little version of the wayback machine. Lots of reminiscing (sort of) going on.
A few weeks ago I tasked myself with the necessary chore of cleaning out my email inboxes (due, in part, to some accounts having accumulated well over one-thousand emails). During the ensuing weeks I managed to wittle down and cull out several hundred email pieces from each of two major email accounts. Phwew!
As luck would have it I found an email exchange in which I was describing my joy at having narrowed down my choices in paint color for the long wall that spans my living room and part of the kitchen. It seems my desire (even in 2010) was to use a dark (purple) color over the long expanse. I also jibbered on about my insane desire and determination to finish the entire chore by the beginning of October....2010! This all included finishing the plastering, the sanding, the taping, etc,. then actually buying the paint and painting.
I was amazed to find it has only taken me 2.10 years to actually jump in and get it all done! I'm improving.
[you need to know i am rolling on the floor, convulsing with laughter]
The way I look at it now: **I only need to get the other paint colors to finish the living room walls and move into the kitchen (eventually). Oh, crap! And the darned ceiling. [groan]
A few weeks ago I tasked myself with the necessary chore of cleaning out my email inboxes (due, in part, to some accounts having accumulated well over one-thousand emails). During the ensuing weeks I managed to wittle down and cull out several hundred email pieces from each of two major email accounts. Phwew!
As luck would have it I found an email exchange in which I was describing my joy at having narrowed down my choices in paint color for the long wall that spans my living room and part of the kitchen. It seems my desire (even in 2010) was to use a dark (purple) color over the long expanse. I also jibbered on about my insane desire and determination to finish the entire chore by the beginning of October....2010! This all included finishing the plastering, the sanding, the taping, etc,. then actually buying the paint and painting.
I was amazed to find it has only taken me 2.10 years to actually jump in and get it all done! I'm improving.
[you need to know i am rolling on the floor, convulsing with laughter]
The way I look at it now: **I only need to get the other paint colors to finish the living room walls and move into the kitchen (eventually). Oh, crap! And the darned ceiling. [groan]
9.20.2013
Happenings
Just a brief entry to fill in the gaps of the week.
- Spent a good portion of yesterday assembling twenty (yes, 20!) new batting patches for crazy quilt stockings...from scraps! Some will be used for backing older finished stocking fronts (to complete six or so old projects), but most are for new stockings - fronts and backs!
- Layed out one new stocking to crazy quilt (also yesterday).
- Cleaned up some fabric piles which had been laid aside quite a while ago, clearing off surface space and jump-starting the whole stocking frenzy.
- Sacked up two whole bags of paper to deliver to the recycling skiff at a local school.
- Worked on homework.
- Encouraged Karl to work on his composition homework.
- Accomplished a little laundry...not enough, admittedly, but there is some clean laundry. Maybe will produce more today, yet. Nyah!
- Looked for employment; applied to two potential ads.
- Wrote several letters (in email) to mom.
- Attended classes.
- Schlepped Karl back-and-forth to his class.
- Instructed a couple of classes - in fact, I have one to lead tonight.
- Vacuumed, dishes, etc.
- Attended Renaissance festival with Karl and a dear friend.
How are things at your end of the bog? [yawn]
- Spent a good portion of yesterday assembling twenty (yes, 20!) new batting patches for crazy quilt stockings...from scraps! Some will be used for backing older finished stocking fronts (to complete six or so old projects), but most are for new stockings - fronts and backs!
- Layed out one new stocking to crazy quilt (also yesterday).
- Cleaned up some fabric piles which had been laid aside quite a while ago, clearing off surface space and jump-starting the whole stocking frenzy.
- Sacked up two whole bags of paper to deliver to the recycling skiff at a local school.
- Worked on homework.
- Encouraged Karl to work on his composition homework.
- Accomplished a little laundry...not enough, admittedly, but there is some clean laundry. Maybe will produce more today, yet. Nyah!
- Looked for employment; applied to two potential ads.
- Wrote several letters (in email) to mom.
- Attended classes.
- Schlepped Karl back-and-forth to his class.
- Instructed a couple of classes - in fact, I have one to lead tonight.
- Vacuumed, dishes, etc.
- Attended Renaissance festival with Karl and a dear friend.
How are things at your end of the bog? [yawn]
7.03.2013
One active day
Began the day by covering the long wall in primer - finally! Wish I had spent it in a different order, i.e.; using the cool part of the day in more "quilty" pursuits instead, and moving on to the painting stuff last, but....ah, well. I am only one step away from hanging artwork and quilts!!!
In the early evening, Barb and Jean stopped by - armed with ice cream cake! - to celebrate another year of maturity for Karl and Barb. We ordered LL pizza and relaxed and chatted.
Later, Barb kindly reviewed Karl's last math test and spoke with him about it. I am not certain if she was able to identify his more difficult hiccup, but I think she helped him to clearly understand it is within his power to turn the ship around before the end of the semester.
Thank you, Barb!
The evening fell and the humidity rose, so I gave up hope of any quality quilting time...opting to finish up the dishes in the sink and then laze on the sofa, sorting old paperwork and waiting for the evening news just for the weather forecast. Well, I fell asleep and missed it completely!
Now, I've dragged myself upstairs, washed up for bed and am ready to crash mightily.
Have a good night, all. See you tomorrow ~
In the early evening, Barb and Jean stopped by - armed with ice cream cake! - to celebrate another year of maturity for Karl and Barb. We ordered LL pizza and relaxed and chatted.
Later, Barb kindly reviewed Karl's last math test and spoke with him about it. I am not certain if she was able to identify his more difficult hiccup, but I think she helped him to clearly understand it is within his power to turn the ship around before the end of the semester.
Thank you, Barb!
The evening fell and the humidity rose, so I gave up hope of any quality quilting time...opting to finish up the dishes in the sink and then laze on the sofa, sorting old paperwork and waiting for the evening news just for the weather forecast. Well, I fell asleep and missed it completely!
Now, I've dragged myself upstairs, washed up for bed and am ready to crash mightily.
Have a good night, all. See you tomorrow ~
7.01.2013
FINALLY
Today the humtididdity (make that "humidity") is low enough to paint and finish the long wall I have been dying to complete (and then repair and paint) - since forever. However, I also absolutely must finish up a bit of quilting I've had to put off because of the recent sticky, crappy weather.
Aaaargh! I hate this sort of conundrum. I really must get after both of these activities since this lovely, workable weather won't be with us for long.
I am stymied by the lack of hours in a day.
Well, since I now have an appointment with a quilt appraiser in order to complete paperwork for my AQS entry, I suppose the quilting bit should take priority. And, I suppose I can live with the fact that I did manage to spend some time cleaning, dusting, sanding, cleaning again, taping off and mudding newly found areas of craptasticness along the wall to be painted, so I guess I really did manage to stick my mitts in the house repair stuff - even though it wasn't the actual applying of color that I so wanted to get to. [sniff]
Dagnabbit and darnitalmighty!
I now give myself permission to touch the quilting!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Oh, did I remember to say that one of my quilts made it into an AQS contest?!? Wahoo!!!!
Aaaargh! I hate this sort of conundrum. I really must get after both of these activities since this lovely, workable weather won't be with us for long.
I am stymied by the lack of hours in a day.
Well, since I now have an appointment with a quilt appraiser in order to complete paperwork for my AQS entry, I suppose the quilting bit should take priority. And, I suppose I can live with the fact that I did manage to spend some time cleaning, dusting, sanding, cleaning again, taping off and mudding newly found areas of craptasticness along the wall to be painted, so I guess I really did manage to stick my mitts in the house repair stuff - even though it wasn't the actual applying of color that I so wanted to get to. [sniff]
Dagnabbit and darnitalmighty!
I now give myself permission to touch the quilting!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Oh, did I remember to say that one of my quilts made it into an AQS contest?!? Wahoo!!!!
6.21.2013
And the winner is.....
..."Polished Leather."
Yup. The paint color preferred this time for the long south wall is a very dark (but not black), deep purple-to-brown. The difference being: THIS time, the entire length of the wall will be all one dark, rich, gorgeous color, and will be completed all at the same time.
*Crap*
I just managed to burst my own happiness bubble by remembering I also have to paint the ceiling in the dining area - as well as the living room - before I can call it 'done.'
Ah, well. One step at a time, I guess. One step at a time.
Polished Leather is going to look snappy with a quilt and several wonderful enlarged photographs, by yours truly, hanging all over it. But I have to hurry along, now. If I'm not quick about it, the coming heatwave is going to zap my momentum, I just know it, and this little project could sit undone for another [name the time frame].
Finger's crossed, photos later.
Yup. The paint color preferred this time for the long south wall is a very dark (but not black), deep purple-to-brown. The difference being: THIS time, the entire length of the wall will be all one dark, rich, gorgeous color, and will be completed all at the same time.
*Crap*
I just managed to burst my own happiness bubble by remembering I also have to paint the ceiling in the dining area - as well as the living room - before I can call it 'done.'
Ah, well. One step at a time, I guess. One step at a time.
Polished Leather is going to look snappy with a quilt and several wonderful enlarged photographs, by yours truly, hanging all over it. But I have to hurry along, now. If I'm not quick about it, the coming heatwave is going to zap my momentum, I just know it, and this little project could sit undone for another [name the time frame].
Finger's crossed, photos later.
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