Looong day...
May. 1st, 2005 08:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dreamflowerMy sewing room flooded again this morning. Fortunately we caught it early, and my DH spent the morning sweeping the water out, while I went to work.
I went to work this morning remembering that we had a Make-It-Take-It from 11-1 and then teacher preview from 1-4--no time in between, which meant I scarfed down a cheese sandwich and half a Diet Coke at a quarter to 11. Tables to haul to the front of the store at 1, and teachers to get put. Also, I had to clock *out* on my associate card and *in* on my teacher card, and the @!#%#$?! time clock would *not* cooperate. Teacher preview is always fun if I can get put and work on stuff; a chance to talk to the other teachers is always cool. Today I did not have to do quite so much jumping up and finding things as usual, which was nice. But afterwards, I had a mess to clean up, as I didn't have time to clean up after the MITI. And I had to prep for next week's demos. I didn't get away until a quarter to 6. As much as I usually like my job, it has its moments.
DH and I went to a steakhouse for supper. Had a lovely table, near a cheerily burning fireplace. Cut for minor rant.
Why do some people hate their kids? Can you tell me another reason the parents would be totally ignoring their five-year-old as he plays up by the fireplace, poking flammable stuff between the holes in the grates, and putting his face almost right up onto the firescreen? The kid was at it almost the whole time we were eating.
Why do parents let their kids stand up in the shopping buggies?
Why do they let their little ones stay by themselves in one store while Mom (or Dad) runs next door to another store for "just a minute"?
Why do they encourage their kids to play in the street by putting basketball goals *facing* the street, right up on the curb, when they have a perfectly good empty driveway?
End minor rant.
I am almost finished with my decoupaged shoes. On the left shoe I did "All that is gold does not glitter, not all who wander are lost." and on the right shoe, I found part of a sentence from "On Fairy Stories"--"...joy beyond the walls of the world, poignant as grief..." I love that. JRRT is the only one I know who makes that connection: that sometimes joy is so sharp as to be very nearly painful.
All I have left to do now is put some braided trim on, and then to seal it with a good sealer.
Next, I work on the dress for the wedding. And then my hobbity cigar box purse.
I went to work this morning remembering that we had a Make-It-Take-It from 11-1 and then teacher preview from 1-4--no time in between, which meant I scarfed down a cheese sandwich and half a Diet Coke at a quarter to 11. Tables to haul to the front of the store at 1, and teachers to get put. Also, I had to clock *out* on my associate card and *in* on my teacher card, and the @!#%#$?! time clock would *not* cooperate. Teacher preview is always fun if I can get put and work on stuff; a chance to talk to the other teachers is always cool. Today I did not have to do quite so much jumping up and finding things as usual, which was nice. But afterwards, I had a mess to clean up, as I didn't have time to clean up after the MITI. And I had to prep for next week's demos. I didn't get away until a quarter to 6. As much as I usually like my job, it has its moments.
DH and I went to a steakhouse for supper. Had a lovely table, near a cheerily burning fireplace. Cut for minor rant.
Why do some people hate their kids? Can you tell me another reason the parents would be totally ignoring their five-year-old as he plays up by the fireplace, poking flammable stuff between the holes in the grates, and putting his face almost right up onto the firescreen? The kid was at it almost the whole time we were eating.
Why do parents let their kids stand up in the shopping buggies?
Why do they let their little ones stay by themselves in one store while Mom (or Dad) runs next door to another store for "just a minute"?
Why do they encourage their kids to play in the street by putting basketball goals *facing* the street, right up on the curb, when they have a perfectly good empty driveway?
End minor rant.
I am almost finished with my decoupaged shoes. On the left shoe I did "All that is gold does not glitter, not all who wander are lost." and on the right shoe, I found part of a sentence from "On Fairy Stories"--"...joy beyond the walls of the world, poignant as grief..." I love that. JRRT is the only one I know who makes that connection: that sometimes joy is so sharp as to be very nearly painful.
All I have left to do now is put some braided trim on, and then to seal it with a good sealer.
Next, I work on the dress for the wedding. And then my hobbity cigar box purse.