Thanksgiving Break Lessons

…was far too short, and far too full of people for my taste. A family Thanksgiving dinner and a family milestone birthday party within four days were gatherings that were just too big, too noisy, too crowded and chaotic for my peace of mind, and that was with one whole branch of the family missing entirely. After all these years, I should learn to not let my one sister get on my nerves, period end of story. I should learn not to speak my mind to my older nieces because they have not developed an ability to filter what they …

Knit Project #1 DONE

Yesterday I bound off my first knitting project, and late in the night I finished weaving in the ends. It’s done!! I have cast-on, knittedknittedknittedknitted endlessly it seemed, bound off, and woven in ends. I do still have to wash it, which I plan to do a bit vigorously to felt it a bit, and I will have a nice broad cowl-type scarf that can be worn with a handmade scarf pin. So for all these years I said I couldn’t knit, now I can. All it took was figuring out that I needed to work on circular needles instead …

Black Friday

It’s Tuesday night, and I am already sick sick SICK of the Black Friday commercials. WalMart, Target, BestBuy, Toys ‘R’ Us — I loathe all of you. Thank you for putting a huge damper on my enjoyment of the limited amount of TV I watch (DWTS finals!). </sarcasm>.

This is a Job For the Karma Fairy

Last fall at the Atlanta Bead Expo, a customer saw my stainless steel European 4-in-1 chainmaille cuff on my wrist and fell in love with it. I really didn’t want to sell it, because it had been a bugger to make and I knew it would take me a while to make another to replace it. She finally did talk me into selling it to her right off my wrist (for a pretty penny, of course, and it did take me a year to make its replacement). She stopped by our booth this afternoon at the Down the Street Bead …

The November Crud Attacketh

Every year, at some point in November, I get the creeping crud. No matter how hard I try to fight it off, I fail. It snuck into my system and reared its ugly head yesterday. I hoped it would just quietly vanish, but alas, no such luck. By 5 p.m. Andrea sent me home from the bead show. Well, by 5 p.m. I was ready to go home, put on my comfy cotton jammies, and crawl in bed with a cup of hot tea. And, as has become our tradition, as I was lying there in my jammies sniffling and …

Grief is a funny thing

I really didn’t cry at all when Dad died last month. But I have been in tears off and on all day today thinking about the three Good Mews cats that were euthanized in the past two and a half weeks. As I read the tributes to Theo on Facebook today, and contributed my own comments, the tears just welled up and overflowed. So of course the analytical side of me has to try to figure out why. It’s not like I had adopted Pops or Marley or Theo myself. They aren’t the only Good Mews cats I’ve known and …

Farewell to Some Feline Friends

The volunteers of Good Mews Animal Foundation are having an emotional November. Two of our most memorable residents have made the journey to Rainbow Bridge; a third will be joining them tomorrow morning. Pops was found up near Canton on a brutal January weekend, emaciated and frozen almost to death. Marley was found huddled under a dryer vent in the cold of November¬†in similar condition, with matted clumps of his half-shaved-off fur weighing his frail body down. Good Mews took in both of them in, and miraculously, with treatment and loving care, they survived their respective ordeals. Once healthy, both …

Me Time

I never subscribed to the common belief that women were supposed to put husband and children first, then other family, then community, and themselves last. I’ve always needed Me Time, and I never was willing to sacrifice it for someone else’s needs. Maybe it would get abbreviated at times, but something had to be there so that I could decompress & recharge. It was hard to find that time when I was in my first marriage and primarily responsible for raising my son. I had to learn to take it in little dribs and drabs — waiting for the school …

I’d Rather Do It Myself

I found out today that one of the two people we hired to teach CS this year is quitting at the end of the semester. That’s all I know about it because I didn’t want to pry for the gory details in such a public setting, but my suspicion is that he didn’t really have a clue what teaching at a community college is all about. His perception was what he saw the professors doing at the Large Research University where he earned his Ph.D. We don’t teach one or two classes per semester; we teach four or five. That …

Overcoming fears

From NaBloPoMo, today’s prompt courtesy of Ricki Lake: I was terrified to go on DWTS, but facing my fear and overcoming it has been an incredible experience. Have you faced fears and overcome them? I’ve been terrified every time I’ve had to get up in front of strangers and do ANYTHING. I have never enjoyed being the center of attention. In high school & college, I rarely raised my hand to be called on, and if I was called on anyway I generally froze. In ninth grade, I had a tiny solo in our chorus musical; during the performance for …