People

Let me be the first to admit that I really don't like most "people".   Not as individuals, but groups.  Large groups.    Too many people in one place tends to distract me, I'd hate to say confuse, but that is really what it is.   They are loud, usually moving around a lot, bump into you becuase they are not paying attention to what they are doing, you get the idea.

So I knew my Friday trip to work and home would be worse than normal.   The bus ride and subway are okay, those are people who are going to and from work.   They are usually well behaved and relatively quiet.   But Friday there was a march in Washington.   I knew that.  Even thought about calling in sick just to avoid the crowds that I knew would be around the office I'm currently working in.   But my bar for calling in sick was only if it also snowed Friday morning.    Then I felt justified.   You can't really call in sick because of "people".   I forgot about the "people" until lunch time, when I had ill-advisedly forgotten my lunch so  I had to go out.   OMG.   They were everywhere.   Every eating establishment - except the really expensive ones - had lines out the door.   So I sighed, and went to the drug store and bought frozen mac n cheese.

Then I fought my way back to my office,  where children, and let me be really clear about this, they were high schoolers and younger.    I really wondered what their parents were thinking.  And did these kids really know what the entire issue is really about?     But  that subject is for another time.    Not only were they sitting everywhere, steps, planters, middle of the sidewalks,  but they were feeding the stinkin pigeons.    And do you know what pigeons do when they fly away?     I  kept praying that I could just get into the buiding without tripping over a kid or getting pooped on by a bird.    The poor security guards inside the buiding were beside themselves too.    Tenants were complaining, and "people" wanted to to come into the building . . . isn't this a public building?   don't you have bathrooms?    No, government workers are not allowed  to use the bathroom during working hours.  HA  

I left work 2 hours early.   All those "people" would be done with their rally around 5 pm and they would be needing the subway.    I had NO desire to fight for space on the train on a friday night.   It was worth loosing some money by leaving early.   

And am I glad I did!    I forgot about having to change trains half way home.  Since I couldn't take the bus from my normal train stop, my wonderful husband was coming to the end of the line to pick me up, but in order for me to get there I had to change trains.  Not a big deal, just made me miss estimate by 20 minutes my arrival time.  

So, I got on the 2nd train, practically ran to one of the few available seats and plopped my little hiney down and took out my knitting.    After a few minutes, the woman I was sharing the seat with asked what I was knitting, I looked up at her and paused.   Then said to myself no.    So I told her a scarf.   She said oh, I'm working on a sock.   And proceeded to pull it out to show me.   A beautiful sock.   with well defined design pattern and even tiny stitches.   I looked at her again and said no.  

We talked for a few minutes, and finally I looked her right in her sun glassessed eye and said.  Your Wendy.

I didn't jump up and down and proclaim her excellence to the other riders of the trail, how gauch, but she took her glasses off, held out her hand and said why yes I am.     Wendy Johnson.   Sitting right there on the metro next to me.    Then we had a wonderful conversation about knitting, LYS and the like.   I hope that I maintained my cool for the entire maybe 10 minutes conversation.   As soon as she got off at her stop, before the doors even closed I called my sister

GUESS WHO I JUST SAT NEXT TO ON THE TRAIN?!?!?!?!?!

Okay, so maybe I should still be in high school.

Life's Petty Observation for the day

I'm working in an office like so many offices in the world.   The building is fairly big, the particular office medium to small in size.    There are several floors, each floor has it's own mini kitchenette.  Sink, refrigerator, microwave, little oven thingy, hot and cold water despenser on the counter, dishwasher.

And 6 coffee pots in various sizes.

Six.    I think there are probably only 25 people working on this floor.   So I pondered.   Then came to discover that if you want coffee, you must bring your own coffee pot.  Apparently no one got the memo about cleaining your own coffee pot because even if they were community property I wouldn't touch one without industrial gloves on.   There are also no extra cups.  No ceramic or disposable.   There is no flatware either.  So if you bring your frozen lunch of choice and forget a fork, your sol. 

How can it be that people have become so territorial and petty that they can't share a coffee pot.    I suppose the worse ones are those that have the coffee maker in their office, but then again, they don't have to walk as far . . .  maybe my desk needs one?

Rainy Sunday

While mom is choosing to work hard at her desk, we're not

We had snow last month.   Of course some of it is still hanging around because it has been cold for this area.  I was cleaning up pictures on my computer today and found this one.    We told the cats they didn't want to go out.  Jack sank into the snow up to his big fat belly and was most displeased.  

Stanley apparently put his head in a most unfortunate place

Progress

All the pieces of my cph are done and blocked.   Without fail this weekend I am going to get it seamed together, fix the wonky sleeve and do the finishing.   I've decided not to do the hood because I really don't like hoodies, but fortunately saw a lot of other people's ideas on what to do and will figure it out.

The No Box

I resurected an old idea this weekend.   Last year started out meh and went down hill from there.  And I wallowed in it quite nicely thank you.  So I made a few life changing decisions.   One person who was greatly affected called it my meltdown, didn't care for the outcome and told me to get prozac.  Not really caring that that person ws 99% of the problem.   The rest of the people affected all said go for it!   And I've been told that in the last two months or so I've been easier to get along with and live with.   And I look much better :)  (so guess I looked like an old wrinkly hag before).    Every morning when I get up now, I can truthfully look myself in the eye and say I'm rocking and look hot!

However, I have allowed the situation and person or persons weigh on my mind.   Almost daily.   I finally came to terms with what I was doing and asked myself why?   Well, I said, because you're ascared of all the changes and what if they don't work and what if , what if, what if?   Well, what if?    If I don't make a success of the business ventures I'm starting, then I'll get a real job again with an employer.   However, on the flip side, I'm working now, my head is spinning with all the ideas and opportunities that have opened up for me and it isn't as if I am going to starve or be put out on the street.    I am fortunate (and greatful) that I have a supportive spouse and children who love me anyway despite all my shortcomings, because we all have them.  We won't lose our house or not be able to eat.    We probably won't be eating expensive stuff anymore, but most of that isn't good for us anyway.   We didn't eat out much before so not going to a restaurant isn't going to be a hardship.  The worst?   I may have to cut back on my visits to my LYS.   But on the flip side, I've got enough yarn and projects planned that I won't need to for a very long time.  And I've got time for school again.

Oh yeah, sorry, I go off in tangents often.    So I got myself a "no" box.   You know the kind, you had them when you were younger, you put your bad dreams, crappy date memories, etc in it, sealed it up and burried it in the back yard.  I took the last 8 months of bad memories, choices, experiences and put them in the box.   Sealed it up.  Put it in a hole in the ground.  Burned it.  Burried it.

Woke up this morning and man am I rockin!   I look good.   I feel good.   and whenever a "memory" tries to slip back in (or a person't name because specifics are everything) I stop it before it even reaches my ears!

To steal someone elses quote "Everybody's life will experience a meltdown, but it's what you do with the moment after that determines the outcome"

and now I'm done.  thank you very much

Swatch 1

read the directions.  several times.   reviewed all the questions so as to not be too surprised.  twice.  cast on.  and did the first bit before having to switch up.   twice.  wondering why I ever thought I knew how to knit.   How arregant of me.  pressing on anyway, if nothing else, after I've done the first three and written my questions/answers out.   I can go back and re-do them, right?    The only comfort I've taken so far is that I'm not the only one questioning my ability to knit.

But must now put that down, as I have irresponsibly and ill-advisedly (huh?) joined two swaps.   Both are due in 6 weeks.   Both require a hand knitted/made item to be enclosed.   I've also got to finish a sweater and start another one, because I also ill-advisedly joined a group whose goal is to knit a sweater a month.  I LOVE sweaters.   I wear them as soon as the temperature reaches 65 F and below.   Often with long johns under them . . . did I mention the hate to be cold part of me?   The one that the hot flashes and night sweats don't seem to affect?   So, must gather some knitting itemages and get ready for the crappy day job I've taken for the next few months.    ugh.  

Just leave me out of this please, she can't even spell cat, how will she spell knitting?

For Me This Time

Well, I finally did something last weekend that I've been wanting to do for a few years now. No, it isn't decadent, or really expensive, unless of course you're not working a steady job (which I'm not) but I got some christmas money, and decided to divvy it up appropriately.

So, I signed up for the masters knittng course with TKGA. The envelope came today. It is sitting on my desk because I don't have time right know to sit and absorb it, and I'm an absorber. I want to sit and look at it, read it a bajilling times and get started. After I clean the kitchen and go to my kick boxing class, because if I'm gonna be sitting around for the next howeverlongittakes to pass this course, I don't want my ass to spread the full width of my big comfy chair.

Arggg

So, I was going to write about how it is now the 4th day of the month, and I've only blogged twice, and missing one day was sorta okay, but two days was unacceptable. Then Spouse and A Son came home (see above).

So, I started a new temp job today, they said 3-4 months and I shuddered, the company hinted about full time prmanent by this afternoon. I really shuddered. Now I have to get crackin in my other projects so that I can say thanks but no thanks. Yes the money would be good but the aggrivation would not. On the other hand Spouse just put in for his retirement to be effective January 30 . . . do I really want to be home all the time with him? On the other hand, if I'd get my act together, I could volunteer somewhere up to once a week, and that would be 4 days away during the day, and I have friends to would be available . . . . I want it all
me too

Away

I told you not to go visit grandmommy without me