If anyone has ever wondered what I do at work...
Monday, August 17, 2009
surprise!
What we found in my bedroom when we removed the outlets covers and prepped for painting. Zow! I think that's the best wallpaper yet.
And here's a quick shot of the room after painting...
It doesn't quite look like much yet, but we're getting there. (Don't worry, the too long curtains are only temporary, until I get my sewing room running again.)
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
finally
Well. I'm on Facebook.
And the peasants rejoice.
It's funny, because I resisted it for so long. At first I didn't join because it sounded silly. And then I didn't join because lots of people kept bugging me about it. I don't respond well to peer pressure. And then I didn't join because I knew it would be one more thing that would tempt me to waste time.
And then today, for some reason, I popped online and joined. Bing. No big deal, no internal argument. I just said "Hey, facebook! Sure, why not?" And the deed was, as they say, done.
So come, and be friends with me. But not real friends. Just facebook friends.
I think I might be a crappy facebook friend. Just to warn you. You're still much better off actually calling, emailing, or--gasp!--actually seeing me. If your digitally social self can handle it. If not...well, you can wait hopefully for me to write on your wall. Who knows? It could happen.
And the peasants rejoice.
It's funny, because I resisted it for so long. At first I didn't join because it sounded silly. And then I didn't join because lots of people kept bugging me about it. I don't respond well to peer pressure. And then I didn't join because I knew it would be one more thing that would tempt me to waste time.
And then today, for some reason, I popped online and joined. Bing. No big deal, no internal argument. I just said "Hey, facebook! Sure, why not?" And the deed was, as they say, done.
So come, and be friends with me. But not real friends. Just facebook friends.
I think I might be a crappy facebook friend. Just to warn you. You're still much better off actually calling, emailing, or--gasp!--actually seeing me. If your digitally social self can handle it. If not...well, you can wait hopefully for me to write on your wall. Who knows? It could happen.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
cobwebs and other things in my brain
So, I'm working today. Really. Pages are turning, emails are flying snappily about, manuscripts and ads and cover copy are all marching their way across my desk...
But that's not what I'm really doing.
What I'm really about is good old-fashioned daydreaming. I'm super good at it. It's a natural talent I've possessed since infancy. Just ask my mother. The difference is that the adult me can multitask. Hence the working and the dreaming. The child me just stared off into space and answered parental requests with "yeah" and "ok, I will" without remembering she had done so.
So what am I thinking about? Lots of things, really. Snippets of stories, song lyrics, things to do in my new house...
And what my ideal life would look like. Lifes, perhaps--since I always seem to come up with more than one potential scenario. Scary how often these comes to mind, since they generally bear little resemblance to my current, actual life. Granted, this has to be taken with a HUGE grain of salt. Dreams have a lovely way of scooting around anything messy, complicated, or potentially disastrous.
Start a home textiles business and B&B on Mackinac Island? Sure! You'll love dealing with customers--and you'll turn a healthy profit, naturally. It'll be nothing but super fun. Write novels in the slow winter season? Go for it! They'll sell great, and you'll always be inspired and content...living with your eight cats...not talking to real people more than once or twice a week...
Maybe I'm a little jaded. Perhaps sardonic, even. (no kidding, you say) I prefer to think that I temper my dreams with logic. Realism. Not pessimism. I don't think I've ever been accused of being negative. Nope. I hate whining. I hate hearing people (including me) sabotage themselves through excuses and doubts. And I see too many possibilities for pessimism to ever take root. Too many dreams, too many might-bes...
Crap. I've stopped working. I have to go.
But that's not what I'm really doing.
What I'm really about is good old-fashioned daydreaming. I'm super good at it. It's a natural talent I've possessed since infancy. Just ask my mother. The difference is that the adult me can multitask. Hence the working and the dreaming. The child me just stared off into space and answered parental requests with "yeah" and "ok, I will" without remembering she had done so.
So what am I thinking about? Lots of things, really. Snippets of stories, song lyrics, things to do in my new house...
And what my ideal life would look like. Lifes, perhaps--since I always seem to come up with more than one potential scenario. Scary how often these comes to mind, since they generally bear little resemblance to my current, actual life. Granted, this has to be taken with a HUGE grain of salt. Dreams have a lovely way of scooting around anything messy, complicated, or potentially disastrous.
Start a home textiles business and B&B on Mackinac Island? Sure! You'll love dealing with customers--and you'll turn a healthy profit, naturally. It'll be nothing but super fun. Write novels in the slow winter season? Go for it! They'll sell great, and you'll always be inspired and content...living with your eight cats...not talking to real people more than once or twice a week...
Maybe I'm a little jaded. Perhaps sardonic, even. (no kidding, you say) I prefer to think that I temper my dreams with logic. Realism. Not pessimism. I don't think I've ever been accused of being negative. Nope. I hate whining. I hate hearing people (including me) sabotage themselves through excuses and doubts. And I see too many possibilities for pessimism to ever take root. Too many dreams, too many might-bes...
Crap. I've stopped working. I have to go.
Monday, August 3, 2009
ham on buns
I've moved!
Saturday was terrific--thanks again to all my friends, family, a coworkers who lent a hand. We set a new record--three hours start to finish! And we only made one trip. Well done everyone!
And when we were finished, when the last box was brought inside my new home...we had the most fabulous lunch, provided by my mother. Good old fashioned Dutch ham-on-buns. She even got us the old-school raisin buns, which are somewhat hard to find. I was so happy. And that's a good thing--I believe I ate five or six on Saturday, over the course of lunch-supper, and a couple more yesterday...and one for lunch right now, in fact. Mmm. SO good. Almost a balanced meal all by itself: fruit, grain, meat, dairy. And I'm glad to not have to cook just yet. I did find most of my kitchen yesterday, but I'm not quite there yet. Soon, though...
As soon as I run out of ham.
Saturday was terrific--thanks again to all my friends, family, a coworkers who lent a hand. We set a new record--three hours start to finish! And we only made one trip. Well done everyone!
And when we were finished, when the last box was brought inside my new home...we had the most fabulous lunch, provided by my mother. Good old fashioned Dutch ham-on-buns. She even got us the old-school raisin buns, which are somewhat hard to find. I was so happy. And that's a good thing--I believe I ate five or six on Saturday, over the course of lunch-supper, and a couple more yesterday...and one for lunch right now, in fact. Mmm. SO good. Almost a balanced meal all by itself: fruit, grain, meat, dairy. And I'm glad to not have to cook just yet. I did find most of my kitchen yesterday, but I'm not quite there yet. Soon, though...
As soon as I run out of ham.
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