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weekend update with sabine
Apr. 7th, 2014 12:41 pmFriday - Made it through. I got a call in the late afternoon from a customer. They wanted help with setting up a complicated workflow. They'd not done any of the build or testing or really understood how it was all meant to work together. For a firm, set-in-stone go-live date of Monday (today). Right. Because this can't possibly go wrong.
Saturday - I successfully rethreaded my serger TWICE! And got all the settings successfully adjusted for both my woven AND knit fabrics! AND I finished a project that's been sitting on my table for ages! I even still managed to finish it after I totally screwed up on the waistband. I cut it off, sized it appropriately, and put it back on. I felt very proud of myself. No one else in my small family as as impressed. It's like they don't even want me to reach my dreams of sewing competence.
In the morning, I went over to the GINORMOUS garage sale in the neighboring town. Something like 150 families come together and have it in the high school gym. I got a garbage bag full of clothes, plus some books and small toys, for under $40. I washed them when I got home, of course, and had to go through the basement hand-me-down stash to find the next size up for Emi. She has two girl cousins older than her and a TON of their clothes. I think we're set for the next 5 years or so.
Emi spent the entire day outside with the girls next door. They rode bikes, colored with sidewalk chalk, ran, and played with their pet chickens. Emi now thinks that we should get chickens, too. She knows how to feed them, water them, hold them, and take them for walks. So we should totally get chickens, Momma. Totally.
Sunday - Emi had a birthday party in the early afternoon, so I walked her down to it. It was at the local park, which was nice, so that all the kids could run around like the little savages they are and get some of the crazies out of their system. I worked on my German lessons and read my book and completely avoided socializing with other adults. After we walked home, she went back outside to play with her friends.
Ox is finally feeling better! He's still stuffed up a little bit, but he's perked up and is back to causing trouble. Part of this week's laundry routine was to go through the bin of orphaned socks to match them up. Ox kept stealing socks or heaping them up to use as pillows. Or laying on my legs. Or grabbing the bin and hiding under it. Or throwing socks at his sister. You know, the usual.
I did all the laundry, got most of the detritus off the kitchen table, and played some GW2. I didn't get the den cleaned up, nor any work done in the yard. I enjoyed going for the walk with Emi and enjoyed the quiet house when she and Ox were both outside coloring. I love that our town is safe enough that our 4-year old can go next door and play outside without (much) supervision. I love that we can leave the garage door open and the only people wandering in and out are kids we know. I love that Emi has friends and got all sorts of sunshine, fresh air, and "kid" experience without us hovering.
Sunday night - This is always a hard time. The kids are both wound up and exhausted from playing and having two parents home and all that. I'm worked up because I have to go back to work in the morning. Downwood's usually the calm one, but has been known to snap because the weekends are supposed to be nice, yo.
So it was probably not the best time for me to be writing a letter and putting together a package. A couple weeks back, I'd done an art project with the kids. I got some cheap wooden birdhouses and let them paint them. Yes, paint got everywhere, but they had fun, so it was okay. I boxed up the birdhouses with a letter from me and a picture from Emi. My grandfather is in a skilled nursing facility following surgery, infection, more surgery, and more complications. He's...he's not going to be leaving this facility. The first surgery didn't get all the cancer. He *might* make it until Bash, Emi, and Ox have their birthdays this summer.
So we're sending him the birdhouses we painted for him. We'll be there to see him the first weekend of May, but the time for procrastination on this has passed.
I don't even know how to feel about this. I'm sad and angry and respectful of his choice, but damnit. He's Grandpa.
Today - Spring conference at work. Yay. Pulling teeth to get information from my customer and LISTEN TO THE WORDS COMING FROM MY MOUTH. STOP INTERRUPTING. I look nice, which is a bonus. Also, we have our tax return, so I'm paying down debt and getting rid of the last furniture pieces that are allergen-havens.
My Planets nailwraps are still gorgeous. These khakis do wonderful things for my derriere. I'm overcaffeinated and had gelato with lunch. I have good books on my Kindle and Audible. I have a new episode of KUEC to download and giggle at. I have my comfy wrist brace supporting my thumbs. I have dance tonight. I'm coping reasonably well with everything. I'm not overwhelmed by either depression or anxiety today. It's going to be above freezing ALL WEEK. I have a Caps Lock key. I got Emi hugs this morning.
Saturday - I successfully rethreaded my serger TWICE! And got all the settings successfully adjusted for both my woven AND knit fabrics! AND I finished a project that's been sitting on my table for ages! I even still managed to finish it after I totally screwed up on the waistband. I cut it off, sized it appropriately, and put it back on. I felt very proud of myself. No one else in my small family as as impressed. It's like they don't even want me to reach my dreams of sewing competence.
In the morning, I went over to the GINORMOUS garage sale in the neighboring town. Something like 150 families come together and have it in the high school gym. I got a garbage bag full of clothes, plus some books and small toys, for under $40. I washed them when I got home, of course, and had to go through the basement hand-me-down stash to find the next size up for Emi. She has two girl cousins older than her and a TON of their clothes. I think we're set for the next 5 years or so.
Emi spent the entire day outside with the girls next door. They rode bikes, colored with sidewalk chalk, ran, and played with their pet chickens. Emi now thinks that we should get chickens, too. She knows how to feed them, water them, hold them, and take them for walks. So we should totally get chickens, Momma. Totally.
Sunday - Emi had a birthday party in the early afternoon, so I walked her down to it. It was at the local park, which was nice, so that all the kids could run around like the little savages they are and get some of the crazies out of their system. I worked on my German lessons and read my book and completely avoided socializing with other adults. After we walked home, she went back outside to play with her friends.
Ox is finally feeling better! He's still stuffed up a little bit, but he's perked up and is back to causing trouble. Part of this week's laundry routine was to go through the bin of orphaned socks to match them up. Ox kept stealing socks or heaping them up to use as pillows. Or laying on my legs. Or grabbing the bin and hiding under it. Or throwing socks at his sister. You know, the usual.
I did all the laundry, got most of the detritus off the kitchen table, and played some GW2. I didn't get the den cleaned up, nor any work done in the yard. I enjoyed going for the walk with Emi and enjoyed the quiet house when she and Ox were both outside coloring. I love that our town is safe enough that our 4-year old can go next door and play outside without (much) supervision. I love that we can leave the garage door open and the only people wandering in and out are kids we know. I love that Emi has friends and got all sorts of sunshine, fresh air, and "kid" experience without us hovering.
Sunday night - This is always a hard time. The kids are both wound up and exhausted from playing and having two parents home and all that. I'm worked up because I have to go back to work in the morning. Downwood's usually the calm one, but has been known to snap because the weekends are supposed to be nice, yo.
So it was probably not the best time for me to be writing a letter and putting together a package. A couple weeks back, I'd done an art project with the kids. I got some cheap wooden birdhouses and let them paint them. Yes, paint got everywhere, but they had fun, so it was okay. I boxed up the birdhouses with a letter from me and a picture from Emi. My grandfather is in a skilled nursing facility following surgery, infection, more surgery, and more complications. He's...he's not going to be leaving this facility. The first surgery didn't get all the cancer. He *might* make it until Bash, Emi, and Ox have their birthdays this summer.
So we're sending him the birdhouses we painted for him. We'll be there to see him the first weekend of May, but the time for procrastination on this has passed.
I don't even know how to feel about this. I'm sad and angry and respectful of his choice, but damnit. He's Grandpa.
Today - Spring conference at work. Yay. Pulling teeth to get information from my customer and LISTEN TO THE WORDS COMING FROM MY MOUTH. STOP INTERRUPTING. I look nice, which is a bonus. Also, we have our tax return, so I'm paying down debt and getting rid of the last furniture pieces that are allergen-havens.
My Planets nailwraps are still gorgeous. These khakis do wonderful things for my derriere. I'm overcaffeinated and had gelato with lunch. I have good books on my Kindle and Audible. I have a new episode of KUEC to download and giggle at. I have my comfy wrist brace supporting my thumbs. I have dance tonight. I'm coping reasonably well with everything. I'm not overwhelmed by either depression or anxiety today. It's going to be above freezing ALL WEEK. I have a Caps Lock key. I got Emi hugs this morning.
