Here we are at t- 1 hour to turkey day and now I'll spill my confession. I've been listening to Christmas music for a week. I know, I know. There are rules. No Christmas until we're through with Thanksgiving. "Well," I thought, "since I did Thanksgiving with my family last week, then I'm sort of allowed. But just music. That's it."
Family. It's an interesting...reality. I was about say "an interesting concept" but "concept" doesn't cut it, does it? No. Concepts have bounds and logic and concise little ideas that can be summarized up in an abstract. The idea of family may have these things, but the reality of family is just what it is. Chuck your standard societal rules at the door. Shed your precepts and hang them up next to your coat on the rack. We operate on our own gravity here.
I have a long to-do list of things to get done at work. I've had a long list of things to do for months, probably years. I need a few clones. A small collective, perhaps.
I had a 4 day celebration for Halloween this year. Here's the recap.
Jenny's Pumpkin Carving Party
Every year my friend and neighbor Jenny throws a pumpkin carving party. Not only does she throw a good party but it's a great opportunity to do the pumpkin mess in someone else's house. And Cheryl came up for the party which was awesome. Being the studious grad student that she is, I don't get to see enough of her. A wonderful kick-off to the weekend. And may I just say that Jenny makes the best clam dip ever?
I had this dream last night about something that happened when I was a kid. Funny, because I hadn't thought about it in a long time.
Happy Halloween Everybody!
I'd love to write lots today, it being my favorite day of the year, but as it is, I'm a busy girl and thar be a pirate ship awaitin' on me to sail into All Hallows Eve!
I'll write reviews of the holiday and all its wondrous festivities later. Until then, may you be blessed with flights of fancy and stalked by creatures of your own imagination. Be merry, be safe, be mischievous.
Yesterday at 4:15 I was tying up a project for a co-worker and tying up my hair for ballet. The phone rings. It's one of my clients. A new client actually. "Hi. How are you? I was wondering how that map is coming along. I need to send it out tomorrow."
PANIC ATTACK: Map? Map! The map he told me he needed by Thursday or Friday? The map I totally forgot about and haven't even started yet? That map?! Ack! Ack! Ack!
Welcome to sewing circle.
"Well, the hem needs to be raised. That's for sure."
"We could do a jagged cut around the bottom but I don't think it's the right fabric for that."
"Or the right cut."
"We could cut it on a slant so it comes up higher on one side."
Sounds normal enough, doesn't it? Keep listening.
Now Stretch This:
I don't have a belfry; I have a bat box. In the early summer when the mosquitos descended upon us, Shawn bought a bat box. We mounted it on a tall post in our backyard, against Jenny's garage. Shawn, Jenny, and I looked at it hopefully for a few weeks. Summer, though, is not bat moving season. That's spring. We knew we weren't expecting residents anytime soon.