In my part of the world we say you are a fool if your passion for a pursuit overcomes all practical sense. I am a stitching fool, and I stitch foolishness.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Too tired to stitch

That about sums it up.

The office where I work is being renovated literally around us as we try to perform our daily duties.  The floor is divided into four quads and they are working on one quad at a time. Some people were moved off-site, where they will stay until the process ends. Some are telecommuting. And those of us who are on-site are moving around from one area to another as each quad is worked on.

So this week it was '"my" quad's turn to move.

It's like a cross between fifty people renovating fifty kitchens in the same space while catering a dinner and moving the contents of fifty homes whose inhabitants have lived there for fifty years.

I am mostly moved. This has taken all day. I still have a few vital things that must be relocated but I can't relocate them until IT sets up my station and connections--so I'm working at two desks. Of course, whatever I need at one is at the other. The two are about as far apart as they can be without being in another building.

I am supposed to be going to an ANG meeting tonight. I came home so filthy, dirty, sore, and tired that I immediately tottered upstairs and into the shower. Dearly Beloved has coated me with Ben-Gay and I have dosed myself with Aleeve. I am now slumped in my chair. Dearly Beloved is making scrambled eggs for dinner since that requires little in the way of chewing. When I say I am tired, I mean I am really tired!

This is on top of the most important event in recent times--we went to visit The Flash. It's been six months since we've seen the urchin in person and OMG, he is so much taller! And the baby roundness is starting to go away, leaving a lean and lanky young man who is still as busy as before. Sadly, it rained most of the day Saturday, so the outdoor festival we attended was a little muddier and messier than we had hoped. The Flash managed to entertain himself however. We also got to baby sit and (don't tell anyone) we let him stay up a wee bit past his bedtime so we could all watch Rise of the Guardians. We highly recommend it, particularly The Flash, who has taken to growling, "I'm a bunny." (If you don't catch the reference, you need to see the movie.)

Alas, there are no pictures. My camera battery died and I didn't have the charger with me.

The battery is now charged, but there is no stitching to show. Martha Edlin went to visit The Flash but she wisely stayed in her pillowcase in the tote bag. And at the moment, I'm working on the eyelet alphabet which takes awhile and isn't very interesting to see. It takes about 30-45 minutes to do one letter so I'm trying to do two a night. I am really, really happy that Martha lived in the 17th century and left out J and V--that means there are only 24 letters to stitch!

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