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Dec. 4th, 2005 08:08 amI woke this morning at 6:30 to find that it had snowed, indeed was still snowing, and so I am wrapped in two layers of terry cloth (towel and bathrobe) and two layers of wool (afghans) on the couch, catching up on the friendslist and pondering what else remains to be done for Christmas.
Yesterday was a very, very long day at work. From 9-12 I sat in the basement of the airport, after having discovered that my security badge will actually open the doors that lead down to the stairwell to the runway, and watched ridiculous videos about when to cut people off. I found the program actually less useful than the one I had to take in bartender school, with more confusing rating systems and the like, but oh well. It would have been fun if I weren't so sleepy. It's always interesting to interact with coworkers in a different environment, and those taking the class with me were a fun group.
I got out "early"-- I was only on the clock from 8:45 until 6:15 yesterday, so not so much overtime, eh? and as I was driving home, it struck me that it might be nice to go out to dinner. So I phoned Z up, and discovered that he was already at his aunt's house for dinner. I let myself into our dark cold house and took my shoes off and stared glumly into the fridge, trying to think of what on earth to eat for dinner, and had just resigned myself to spending my evening in the bathtub when Z called back and said that dinner was still warm and I could surely come over and have some.
So I got salmon chowder for dinner. And got to see all of Aunt Ruta's latest quilting projects-- and I realize that sounds boring, but believe me, it was not. Ruta is a master quilter and her quilting is not craft, but art. She made a quilt last year out of a scrap of batting that people had been using as a tester in the quilt shop, to show off a new machine that will sew patterns for you. It was a white bit of fabric covered in doodles, scribbles, and even people's names, all stitched with this expensive machine. She took patterned fabric, cut out little figures from it, and made the whole thing into a scene: the lower half was water, the upper half air, and the lower half was filled with fishes and seaweed, while the upper was inhabited by a riot of parrots. It was a fantastical thing, with a tree along the right edge constructed from little bits of brown fabric. She made it a wall hanging and her brother's wealthy girlfriend bought it and is putting it up in her posh Torontonian home. (The next tester bit is in Ruta's possession now and she's considering something involving kites, or possibly a poem.)
This time she had finished a quilt for her bed, in a flame-shaped sort of pattern with tiny, tiny, tiny squares in dark green, pale brown, bright blue, and bright orange. It sounds awful but it is gorgeous. And due to the tininess of the pieces, she had run out of three of the fabrics, and this had necessitated a cross-country search for replacements-- Z's brother-in-law, an engineer, had been the one to spot the fabric that most closely matched it in tone, during the umpteenth frantic search through a fabric store, this one in California. So the thing was finally done, and is stunning.
I also determined that Christmas The First (on the 25th) will involve gorgeous appetizers, which I will not be present for, but that the important part-- the gift competition-- is sure to happen after I am out of work, so I need not fret. I guess one thing about this holiday season is that I won't be putting on a whole lot of weight, since I am perennially not present for any of the appetizers... Eh well. I could still use to be about 15 pounds lighter. I like me, there's just a bit too much. (However, Christmas the Second, on the 26th, will surely involve fresh venison, so I will not be wasting away to nothing, I assure you.)
Have been still writing on the story I was working on at the end of NaNo, but it also seems to be very much for me, and not really suited for other people to read. Oh well.
I don't want to go to work today. It's the Bills at Miami, at I think 1:00, and the bar will be a madhouse, and I am in the sort of mood where I Cannot Deal With People, so all in all it's a bad combination, and I have to try to think "I will make a lot of money" over and over again to kind of ease the dread. Because I will. I will count up all the money I made this week and will say "Ha I am rich" and that will be that.
Sigh.
And I am sorry that I am awake so early today because I know I will be ready for a nap at noon, which is when work begins.
Yesterday was a very, very long day at work. From 9-12 I sat in the basement of the airport, after having discovered that my security badge will actually open the doors that lead down to the stairwell to the runway, and watched ridiculous videos about when to cut people off. I found the program actually less useful than the one I had to take in bartender school, with more confusing rating systems and the like, but oh well. It would have been fun if I weren't so sleepy. It's always interesting to interact with coworkers in a different environment, and those taking the class with me were a fun group.
I got out "early"-- I was only on the clock from 8:45 until 6:15 yesterday, so not so much overtime, eh? and as I was driving home, it struck me that it might be nice to go out to dinner. So I phoned Z up, and discovered that he was already at his aunt's house for dinner. I let myself into our dark cold house and took my shoes off and stared glumly into the fridge, trying to think of what on earth to eat for dinner, and had just resigned myself to spending my evening in the bathtub when Z called back and said that dinner was still warm and I could surely come over and have some.
So I got salmon chowder for dinner. And got to see all of Aunt Ruta's latest quilting projects-- and I realize that sounds boring, but believe me, it was not. Ruta is a master quilter and her quilting is not craft, but art. She made a quilt last year out of a scrap of batting that people had been using as a tester in the quilt shop, to show off a new machine that will sew patterns for you. It was a white bit of fabric covered in doodles, scribbles, and even people's names, all stitched with this expensive machine. She took patterned fabric, cut out little figures from it, and made the whole thing into a scene: the lower half was water, the upper half air, and the lower half was filled with fishes and seaweed, while the upper was inhabited by a riot of parrots. It was a fantastical thing, with a tree along the right edge constructed from little bits of brown fabric. She made it a wall hanging and her brother's wealthy girlfriend bought it and is putting it up in her posh Torontonian home. (The next tester bit is in Ruta's possession now and she's considering something involving kites, or possibly a poem.)
This time she had finished a quilt for her bed, in a flame-shaped sort of pattern with tiny, tiny, tiny squares in dark green, pale brown, bright blue, and bright orange. It sounds awful but it is gorgeous. And due to the tininess of the pieces, she had run out of three of the fabrics, and this had necessitated a cross-country search for replacements-- Z's brother-in-law, an engineer, had been the one to spot the fabric that most closely matched it in tone, during the umpteenth frantic search through a fabric store, this one in California. So the thing was finally done, and is stunning.
I also determined that Christmas The First (on the 25th) will involve gorgeous appetizers, which I will not be present for, but that the important part-- the gift competition-- is sure to happen after I am out of work, so I need not fret. I guess one thing about this holiday season is that I won't be putting on a whole lot of weight, since I am perennially not present for any of the appetizers... Eh well. I could still use to be about 15 pounds lighter. I like me, there's just a bit too much. (However, Christmas the Second, on the 26th, will surely involve fresh venison, so I will not be wasting away to nothing, I assure you.)
Have been still writing on the story I was working on at the end of NaNo, but it also seems to be very much for me, and not really suited for other people to read. Oh well.
I don't want to go to work today. It's the Bills at Miami, at I think 1:00, and the bar will be a madhouse, and I am in the sort of mood where I Cannot Deal With People, so all in all it's a bad combination, and I have to try to think "I will make a lot of money" over and over again to kind of ease the dread. Because I will. I will count up all the money I made this week and will say "Ha I am rich" and that will be that.
Sigh.
And I am sorry that I am awake so early today because I know I will be ready for a nap at noon, which is when work begins.
