Monday, January 31, 2005
Planning
I am a compulsive planner. I must always have a Plan A, B, C, D...you get the picture. So at 3AM I am planning a quilt for an art show to which I've been invited to exhibit. Freezer paper for the foundations? Regular blocks with applique? I need to start sketching on paper, instead of in my head in the middle of the nite.
More planning. Max is entering high school next year and all of that planning is done now. So, we meet with the guidance counselor for 45 minutes, discussing all of the options...and not knowing which one is best. No room for a Plan B here...you're pretty much stuck with your decision. So now, his plan is on paper and set in stone. I was pleased that he gets to take Art every day; he is too.
Then later it was planning with my husband for the future of his business. We're on the verge of having to hire another employee. What kind? How expensive? How can we cover it? More planning.
So, now I am planning again. Upon my return from setting up #2 Son's science project at school tonight, I am planning on trying to catch up on my sleep that I missed from planning in the middle of the night last night.
More planning. Max is entering high school next year and all of that planning is done now. So, we meet with the guidance counselor for 45 minutes, discussing all of the options...and not knowing which one is best. No room for a Plan B here...you're pretty much stuck with your decision. So now, his plan is on paper and set in stone. I was pleased that he gets to take Art every day; he is too.
Then later it was planning with my husband for the future of his business. We're on the verge of having to hire another employee. What kind? How expensive? How can we cover it? More planning.
So, now I am planning again. Upon my return from setting up #2 Son's science project at school tonight, I am planning on trying to catch up on my sleep that I missed from planning in the middle of the night last night.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
I Don't Have Time For This Really
It snowed again last nite. It is far too early into the season to be sick of the snow, but I am. I gave my son the option of vacuuming the downstairs or shoveling the front walk. He chose to stay inside and vacuum. I don't blame him. So, with ergonimically correct shovel in hand, I head out to clear our path to civilization. Our house is set in a weird neighborhood, full of throwbacks to 1968 (we have two geodesic dome houses in our 'hood). It sets way down in the woods--quite lovely three seasons out of four. Winters are not fun. I must confess that there is a mini-mart 1/8 mile away, but when it snows, it might as well be 100.
Anyway, I clear our path and start back down the hill toward the house. I bonk my head twice with the shovel handle, cussing it out. Then I realize that my ergonimically designed shovel handle is bent in such a way that it is the right angle for head-bonking a person of my short stature. Does the government even allow straight handled shovels anymore?
This weekend was very productive quilt-wise. I finished two class samples for a beginning quilting class in May. I originally started with a design that would produce a larger wallhanging, but when I added up my time, I thought it might be a bit too challenging for a group who might not have used a sewing machine since high school. I designed a second one that should work just fine. I printed off some labels on my printer and tried to fuse them to the backs. It wasn't my normal brand of the sticky stuff, but it's what I had laying around. It will be okay, but I'm not too happy.
Dissatisfaction...too much snow, a shovel with an on-purpose bent handle, and an overly gluey fusible web.
Anyway, I clear our path and start back down the hill toward the house. I bonk my head twice with the shovel handle, cussing it out. Then I realize that my ergonimically designed shovel handle is bent in such a way that it is the right angle for head-bonking a person of my short stature. Does the government even allow straight handled shovels anymore?
This weekend was very productive quilt-wise. I finished two class samples for a beginning quilting class in May. I originally started with a design that would produce a larger wallhanging, but when I added up my time, I thought it might be a bit too challenging for a group who might not have used a sewing machine since high school. I designed a second one that should work just fine. I printed off some labels on my printer and tried to fuse them to the backs. It wasn't my normal brand of the sticky stuff, but it's what I had laying around. It will be okay, but I'm not too happy.
Dissatisfaction...too much snow, a shovel with an on-purpose bent handle, and an overly gluey fusible web.
