August 16, 2017

INTO ACTION


Out of focus us after action.

Ok, we have a new major drain line from the kitchen, we have a new garbage disposal that actually works right instead of flooding the kitchen, my new partial is paid for, we arranged for car repair money, paid for the day’s surprise dentist appointment, and picked up antibiotics for an infected tooth. 

We certainly have taken action lately.  Like a pill.  Instead of sitting and worrying, he made a bunch of phone calls, I looked up transmission shop scams, we arranged enough money to cover the car in its misery, and ate chocolate for desert.  Both transmission shops started their spiels with the remark that they had to open it up.  No…that’s not it.  The dealer did an inspection and told us the sounds were coming from an axel.  That’s better.

In the meantime, I’m taking antibiotics four times a day and am off to shuffle books at the Shop.  He is at work and can easily handle the dealer.
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  • Himself:  Hoping it is an axel.  Lite queue at work will help his day.
  • Herself:  Groceries: Fish with homemade tartare sauce, southern style green beans, and tiny corn muffins for dinner last night.  Chicken Kabobs tonight over one of those obscure grains.  Tomorrow polish sausage in red cabbage.  And the other muffins.  Not thin foods.
  • Reading:  …about Queen Elizabeth II.
  • Gratitude’s:  Boy am I.


August 15, 2017

QUALITY


He called me just as I was settling in to my Monday nights at home routine.  He reached Poway, and just after he rounded his last corner it began sounding like a buzz bomb.  I reminded him that we have the fancy AA towing package and drove over to the dealer to meet him.  Now we know that a transmission for a Toyota Corolla will be $4000.


We note that we are not homeless, and now have a car and a truck.  We are reminded the quality of our problems has now improved.

August 14, 2017

MONSOONAL PICNIC


Three nice guys.


Choices.


Bosses.

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday were some of the quietest days I remember in forever and ever.  He bought and installed a new garbage disposal.  I read.  He ordered a screen door for the back door; I read while I waited. We ran errands and I read.  Lots of puttering on the computer.  Actually we did nothing of any importance.

Food, food, food:  Thursday night we had some super good tacos.  Friday we ate at IKEA…it’s always good even their chocolate cake.  Saturday we had his company picnic.  He suggested the spot, but a monsoon blew a chill wind through plus there was no parking.  Everyone was politely miserable.  The luau food was good tho cold after moments.  Sunday eggs were good out, and dinner was bare bones to make up for the guilt.  Sunday night our choice for “Top Chef” won sending us to bed with a smile.

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  • Himself:  Gym.  Work, work, work, and a late meeting.
  • Herself:  All those Monday things….the laundry went in before I headed to the pool.  Groceries, sewing, cooking, et al.
  • Reading:  A very fluffy Churchill mystery.
  • Gratitude’s:  That I can laugh at myself.


August 11, 2017

UPDATES AND ORTS



·       Quilt:  These stars were to be a bottom border on the original design.  Now a few of them are scattered about in the abstraction.  I finally got to sewing only to discover that two of the fabrics I’d chosen were too loosely woven to use.  Amazingly I found almost perfect replacement fabrics at Joanne’s.
·       We are having a lovely long weekend.  G took the day off, tho he didn’t remember doing it.  He’s coming with me to the derm man first, then we are getting grumpy registered.  Tomorrow will be the Company picnic…a Luau they tell me.  Let us hope it doesn’t rain.
·       G got a raise at work.  I think it a whopping big one, he replies that it’s only a few cents per hour.  Maybe last year the company wasn’t doing well as he didn’t get a raise.  This year they more than made up for it.

August 8, 2017

KING SIZED


Quilter: Rayna Gillman, “Totem 2.”

The little abstract quilt above gives you a general idea of the layout of the quilt I am working on.  A center abstract block with wide borders.

The latest review for Bobbies work was so full of confusions that I told her to ignore it.  It was just art speak.  We laughed heartily at that and decided to rename the new quilt “Art Speak” as I had changed the design from a more traditional one to abstractions.

The composition will be a center block showing indications of row farming with a little abstract sky at the top.  A weed or two will be scattered within the body of the work.  Around the center will be great wide border strips in two shades of dark purple. 

Quilted all over will be flying, laughing, pecking crows.
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  • Himself:  Gym, a light Tuesday at work, Costco after dinner..
  • Herself:  Chlorine leak at the pool.  Home to write and work on the quilt.
  • Reading:  Evanovich.
  • Gratitude’s:  That my brain finally began working re this quilt.


August 7, 2017

BUSY US


From “Trappings” a show at the Mingei Museum, 2017.  When I was a kid, many horse in our holiday parades wore decorated saddles like this.


·       Busy me.  Sometimes busy is good.  I cheated yesterday by taking an unpermitted Aleve and flew through a housewarming and a seven PM meeting.  Flew through the morning workout today with ease too.  For the Housewarming gift, I found a set of dramatic black bowls at the shop.  I tossed a green Waldorf salad in the big one, and wrapped the two smaller in paper.  A very successful present.
·       The only problem I had, personally, at the party was a little old lady who knew the host as a child.  “I didn’t know John knew all these people; how does he know all these people,” she kept asking.  If she didn’t know he was a drunk, now was not the time to tell her.  One doesn’t say, “Oh, he’s in AA, and so are all these other folks.”  LOL
·       Off to smog Grumpy this morning.  His exhaust had been smelling terrible.  We used to drive to Vegas once a year to pick up the good injector cleaner.  This time we just ran two different kinds of injector cleaner through with his gas.  I need to ask how many more years Grumpy needs to be smogged also.  Smogging used to stop in California when the vehicle reached age 25.  I think the age has changed.
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  • Himself:  Gym, work, lunch more work and a meeting at 7 for next year’s convention.
  • Herself:  Trying out new suit….the pads have slipped and need to be removed.
  • Reading:  Still on that Perry.
  • Gratitude’s:  …that I’m not homeless any more.

August 5, 2017

TINY PROJECTS



I must confess what you already knew…I’m a slob. 

I take jewelry off and put it in a pot on top of my dresser.  I don’t just throw things around anymore, I don’t decorate with my bracelettes on nails.  I no longer just put things on any surface, I use a container.  This is progress, you know.  One of my projects for the day was to put these things in the overflowing jewelry pot away in the official spot.

I use a very small bowl so thing can’t get too far out of control.

Another quiet project for this afternoon was to sort out the tiny art gallery in the bathroom.  I’m using one of those metal holders that came with desk sets at the turn of two centuries ago.  If dear friends send post cards, I save the good ones for this mini gallery.  I rotate them around according to my sense of humor for the day. 

Comic Con has proved an endless source of small art too.  Almost every art booth on the main floor offers a post card advertising their wares.  Book sellers offer rows of books and cute bookmarks too.  A dedicated swag hunter can pick up enough tiny art to keep themselves amused until another year. 

I found http://www.moirahahn.com/index.html>Moya Hahn’s work here.  This woman has a great imagination that she uses to create an unusual beauty.  I can’t afford her work, but have bought a couple of her postcards.  Another artist with a totally different and more traditional comic style is http://www.beanleafpress.com/>Travis Hanson.  He continually surprises me by his quirky imagination.  

These and many other traditional artists amuse me every day right in front of my face on a tiny shelf.  (As I forget to hang up my accessories.)
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  • Himself: 
  • Herself:  Doesn’t Photobucket know that Facebook will host pictures for free?  Finally got started on a less traditional design on the quilt for Bobbie.  So far abstractions please me.
  • Reading:  Perry 4
  • Gratitude’s:  That quilt moving out at last.




INTO ACTION

Out of focus us after action. Ok, we have a new major drain line from the kitchen, we have a new garbage disposal that actual...