Who stole my time?!
Know the feeling of life slipping through your hands because it’s … well, life? I do. I just realised my last posting here was last year, and it’s June, swelteringly hot (in Danish terms … ), my to-do-list is full of up-cycling. writing to possible buyers, storyboarding a video, grappling with how to get the right shade of blue for a teaching material, how to convert files from one format to another, the frustrations when it doesn’t work, putting together mailing lists and doing my damnedest to get it right just when to spend money I do not have on printed matter. Apart of course from having to buy provisions, cook, clean, do laundry, keep the worst of the garden weeds at bay et c. This is before going to the work I still have.
I still think it fair to say that the ordinary chores of life do not steal my time. Trying to juggle too many hobbies is probably the likelier culprit.
And now, where did I put my third cross-stitch project in the making?!
It hardly comes as any surprise that anything we eat has an impact on the environment. Nor that said impact is invariably negative, and that the best thing to do would possible be to stop eating at all.
Following such advice counters survival. So instead we compromise: Eat less meat, especially red meat. Go vegetarian or indeed vegan all the way. Eat only organic foods. Or indeed a combination of, say, organic and vegan.
And of course we want the best for our children. So we give them organic food at home and see to it that their daycare does too.
But what about the bib? Children are messy eaters and use bibs. Less washing is a good idea. Growing cotton and turning it into bibs (among so many other things!) is … well, less good. Even organically grown cotton comes with soil, water, and a lot of energy in the processes on its way to clothes. Including bibs.
So why not give your textiles a second life? This bib has a history: It was a towel in a hospital until it ripped from wear. Via sewing machine, the un-ripped parts became bibs. And 40 of them are on their way to a daycare. Ready for a new life with new stains, more washing and wear.
That’s in good tune with their organic food.
The day began with fetching the morning paper as usual. Less than usual I did not have to unlock the door today because I was unable to do so yesterday evening.
So this morning I tried oil. The weather here in Denmark is a drought currently but in winter I did see dew on the inside of the lock and thought it may be rust.
Oil and time, even more oil and more time did not help. So I tried rust remover. To no avail. Gave in and found a locksmith. Thankfully this trade shares a feature with ER and midwives: A lot of their work is unplanned calls to people who need their help NOW.
The half hour or so was fine, I was not in labour and did not desperately need to leave the house together with my grown daughter. Told him (a rather handsome, youngish man!) what the problem was and what I did.
He then knew exactly what was wrong: The door had a fault from the factory that had allowed too little extra room for the protruding bit of metal to fit into the frame of the door. Apparently all doors sink a little over time. My door had sunk too low by a fraction to give enough room.
Hence the drill: He simply drilled away a bit of the metal. And now it works again!
And the stock bit? I just stocked a couple of items for sale onto my site.
Oh, man! Know the feeling of this loooong list of things you have to do and too little time? That’s the kind of day this is.
And it doesn’t make anything better to find out that the really important point you spent so long time on has a deadline in … August.
But never mind, on to the next job on the list which to some extent was battling Google. In other words a lost cause. I was trying to get a copy of a saved scan into a document and could not see how. Thankfully my daughter had a simple suggestion, just use the “insert”, and it worked. I called her a genius, got another glass of water and set to work all happy. Only to find out that of all the 10 scans only one – 1! – was any good. The others were upside down or not complete.
In little more than half an hour I have to get to work. This is my newly upgraded website, and it still looks awful.
Strange how a day that in some respects seems long because of frustrations turns out to be far from long enough.
Primarily for abscence. ( And the odd spelling errors).
First my old PC took ill. It was off colour (even if the screen did show all of them perfectly), taking longer and longer to open, and sometimes flat out refusing to do so.
Then one day it just did not open at all. My neighbour’s geek son tried his best and failed. It was then I had to realise it was dead. Beyond redemption. And I had to get a new one.
Which I never did. So why do I have one now? I bought it second hand. There’s a company that specialises in taking old PCs, checking them thoroughly, installing the newest version of Windows and selling them to people like me.
I saved a lot of money and got a working PC.
This brings me on o my next forgiveness-begging: I shall be posting in Danish too from now on.
No, it didn’t take me a week to do this. Just part of a day where I also cooked up some two gallons of apple sauce + odd domestic chores.
I’m still kind of proud of it. It’s a devil’s food cake, and most of it went with my daughter to treat her and her scout friends who had a hard night scaring children at a Halloween do. A big one in Danish terms, about 2000 people all in all though not all went to be scared by their black mass.
This year’s theme was religions. Hence the black mass. And the devil’s food adorned with bones making up an inverted cross made of sugar paste.
And the rest of it tasted good too. Hell yeah!
Shocks can take many forms. I was just on holiday with a friend and very keen knitter with whom I went to see her local yarn shop. That shop was where I bought the yarn for my red sweater (see previous posts for snaps of said beauty), and I was duly admired for the job by the owner. Both these women – friend and shop owner – have a tendency to hoard yarn, the latter making it a sideline job. When they learned that I refused to be tempted by something specific in her stock though sorely tempted I was, they wondered why.
I told them I’m trying to finish my (small) stash. All of it or as near as possible. Both were incredulous. The owner used the term “scraping the bottom”. My friend thought it highly unwise to use up so much there was nothing around for inspiration. I dream of the extra space it will give me as I plan to change parts of my wardrobe as I finish new things for myself.
The current portion of stash in the process of elimination is my sock yarn stash. Down to enough for two pairs + the one on the needles right now. And they are part of another type of shock:
One would hardly think it possible to dye wool in such vibrant neon colours, yet there it is. 80% wool. The 100 gr. ball proved enough for 1 whole pair and the parts on the needles. The rest will be black for biggest contrast. They are for my daughter who will no doubt wear them proudly. And to the danger of everyone else’s eyes.
Oh yes and for steady followers: I finished the embroidery. And forgot to take a snap. Sorry.