I tried to go into work - I really did. But after an hour or so, I knew it had been a mistake. I did manage to clear my email inbox and grab my info packet for class next week. Then I left a note for my boss, who hadn’t come in yet, and came home. My ribs hurt something awful from coughing and I’m snuffling and sneezing like crazy. I know it’s not pollen since it’s raining.
**FCD ** is home, too. He had an appointment this morning to have some blood work done, and he decided to take the rest of the day off. So he’s working on putting up the door and window casing. I put our new bedspread in the washer and I loaded the dishwasher and cleaned the sinks. I’m trying to drink some tea between the sneezes and the nose-blowing. I can’t decide if I’m hot or cold - guess I really am still sick.
But I did go to class last night and it went quite well. Our final project is to be an animal or part of an animal at least 12" tall. I made a dog that’s sitting up begging. It’s a bottle, and the head is the stopper. All that remains is to texture it like fur - not sure if I’m going to do that with slip or just drag a comb thru the damp clay to give the appearance of fur. Then it’ll be ready for underglaze and firing. Lucky for me, she didn’t require that it look like a real animal - mine is more cartoon-like. I think it’s mainly an exercise in using multiple techniques in one piece, plus building a tall piece is a challenge of its own.
I kinda jumped the gun and did my last project before the next-to-last, which is the tile project. We have to start with a 14X18 slab of clay and a collage of 5 nature pictures and 5 civilization pictures. Then we need to transfer the collage to the clay - either carving, etching, or building, but no thicker than 3" or so. Once that’s done, we cut it into tiles - more like making a picture puzzle. After the pieces are fired and glazed, we have to mount it in a shadow box. Sounds hokey to me, but it’s another technique to learn. And I brought a sack o’ clay home with me to make up my slab and maybe start working on the collage. This is going to be tough - the artistic part of this class is my weakest point. I see impressionistic tiles…
So that’s the way it is. I’m still recovering, and I’m missing a going-away lunch for my boss. He’s deploying for 6 weeks and they’re all going to Capt. Billy’s, which was a great place 8 years ago - I haven’t had a chance to go there since. But I’m definitely not in the mood or the health for a party. Such is life.
Wish I had a hot tub right now. A blue cast iron bathtub just ain’t the same. <sigh>
Phew! It’s been a long week at work and Mom has been driving me nuts on top of that. Her new chairs were to be delivered yesterday at 3:30 and at 2:30 she calls to tell me she’s changed her mind about the color. :smack: :rolleyes: Also, she must have thrown away the receipt because she no longer has it and I sure don’t. It’s gonna be fun trying to take care of this change over the phone today. ::sigh::
taters, a yelling boss is a deal breaker for me. That is a total uh UH! That just means he has lost control and isn’t qualified to manage. I hope you find something soon!
palebunny, awwwww, fiona sounds like a love. Sure, they won’t all be like that but what fun to be around pups all day.
li-li, I read and bookmarked your blog and mbg’s. Maybe I will start one some day. Hafta think on that.
ellen, I’m hearing Nancy Sinatra right now.
haze, just keep up the good work. In a little while you will realize he ain’t no keeper.
I have a nearly irresistible urge to run off and play today. But I can’t…too much stuff to do.
gotti, good vibes for your mom.
Etc., Etc., for those I have missed commenting on.
and I see I need to say HAAAAPPPPPYYYY BIIIRRRRFFFFDAAY, MELI!!!
Haze, glad to hear you got rid of the waster in the end, it was never going to work out in your favour and make you happy. After all, if he cheated on his current g/f with you then who’s to say he wouldn’t have cheated on you with someone else? Some guys, well they’re just not worth it.
Taters, sorry to hear you’re having such a yukky time at work, and hope something comes along quickly that has your name written all over it.
gotti, Ophelia will be pedalling the vibe-machine full blast for your mum.
Sick people…get better! Now! That’s an order!
Another 45 mins in spreadsheet hell and I’ll be on my way home for a pleasant evening of grocery shopping and house-cleaning. Don’t you just wish you could be me?
Good morning, everybody. I’d say happy Friday, except yesterday and today are my kinda-goof-off days and this weekend I’ll be really busy. Oh well, it’s with a job I always enjoy. It’s grey and gloomy and rainy and supposed to be stormy this afternoon, though, so it’s a good day to hibernate and not do much of anything if I can help it.
When Lapin Blanc got home last night, she was greeted at the door by two VERY curious dogs, who sniffed and sniffed and sniffed her. Rusty also proceeded to lick her arm thoroughly and then stay glued to her for the first hour she was home. Apparently she really did smell VERY interesting.
Papa Tigs told me yesterday about a rock star – who shall remain unnamed for his own privacy – who came to the hospital yesterday to visit the troops. Today he and his band are setting up in a public area for a few hours for people to come visit, and tonight he’s giving a free concert. There’s so many people who stuff like that for the troops on the QT – they have all kinds of famous people of every ilk who come by and do Nice Stuff. It’s not recompense, IMO, for losing your leg or a chunk of your brain, but it does brighten things up. And it does mean Papa Tigs gets to meet ALL kinds of people. I’d be jealous, but I wouldn’t want the rest of his job! Meetings, meetings, meetings! Better him than me.
Hugs, jeers, boos, awwws, good thoughts, etc. to all as appropriate. Don’t everyone have too much fun today just cause it’s Friday!
ETA: I forgot to mention, Taters, that some years back a young woman on Papa Tigs’ contracting staff moved to a gummint position and promptly proceeded to treat him so rudely and like such shit that I was ready to go in and slap her head off. So what happens? Here he is now in a gummint job, and guess who her supervisor is? So remember, in the gummint, karma may take a while, but it does catch up with people!!
Bedspread washed, sorta dried (it’s spread on the bed to finish drying), curtains and valences in the dryer, sheets in the washer. The door and window casings have been installed in the bathroom, and FCD is measuring for the last bit of bathroom molding. Either this afternoon or tomorrow, we’ll finish the molding in the bedroom, then we can put up the new curtain rods and hang them. So I’m predicting that tomorrow night at the latest, we’ll be sleeping in our bedroom again.
We’ve got someone from EmpireToday (you know the stupid jingle) coming tomorrow to give us a carpet estimate. However, I think we’ll be going with the company that installed the rest of our carpet. We stopped by their place yesterday, found exactly the carpet we want, and got a rough estimate that is about where I was hoping it’d be. So unless Empire is amazingly wonderful, we’ll stick with the local business.
Drat - sneezes have come back. Why do these things seem to happen in waves? I’ll sneeze for a while then nothing. Then I’ll cough for a while, then nothing. Weird.
It’s got to be that my system is seriously lacking ice cream, don’t you think?
I am somewhat pissed right now because of a GQ question discussion going on about a Korean translation - what should have been a simply question-answer post turned into an argument about the freakin’ Korean language, where non-native speakers of Korean are presuming to tell me that “I’m talking out of my hat.” Please. I’ve been speaking this language for 25 years. I attended school in Korea for 10 years. DO NOT tell me I’m being silly when I try to educate your ignorance!! :mad:
Ellen, get those boots and post pics. I love boots myself, but I’m too short to pull most of them off.
Whelp, just got back from the geek store. $400 later I’m set to go home and do the deed. Let’s hope no other problems crop up so I can be back up and running by sometime tonight.
Now time to GBTW.
ETA: Happy Birthday, Meli! (No fancy fonts or anything or else I’ll miss the edit window, so just pretend it’s all fancy-shcmancy and colourful)
by node hutts… <snurffle> My poor nose is raw and I may run out of tissues. Stoopit cold.
So, dunno what we’ll do for dinner. But I did find out there’s a Sunday breakfast buffet at a marina near us. We will have to check it out - perhaps even this weekend, if I’m back to normal by Sunday. It’s a little expensive, but I’m sick to death of Bob Evans and Denny’s. That doesn’t help me come up with dinner for tonight. Maybe some shrimp scampi? Decisions, decisions…
Talked to Mom today, and the biopsy went as well as any process that involves poking sharp metal things into a body, taking tissue samples and leaving behind little trail markers can go.
The hospital has a spiffy new breast center and she was blown away by the amazing attitude of everyone there. Her first mastectomy was about 20 years ago, so she’s no stranger to the mammograms, biopsies and so forth, but from the standpoint of someone that might be experiencing the fear for the first time, it has to be better than deli-style medicine. eg: Next!
Just have to wait now for the results and keep good thoughts of something like benign cysts.
The wierd part of it was learning that they leave behind tiny markers at the sites where they take tissue samples, and that they have different shapes so they can keep track of which batch of samples were done when.
Glad the procedure went well for your mom gotti. That was fascinating to read about. I’ll continue to keep her in my thoughts and prayers. Here’s hopin’ everything is ok.
I just had some vanilla ice cream with strawberries on top. NUM! I loves me some fresh strawberries.
And you, too, bear and gotti, for makin’ it worse!!
