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Centering and Working Through

The delivery came yesterday, and I am 350 pages into it. I'm reading it slowly. It's taking a while because I needed to refresh my recollection of where everything had left off at the end of Half-Blood Prince.

Today is strictly a "centering" day. Being an introvert, I tend to only be able to function well after I've had days to "organize" my thoughts. Sometimes when I'm knitting or making jewelry, I'll map out in my mind all of the tasks that I both need and want to to that day, the next week, and in my lifetime. Conan wonders why I knit--it's because I'm a kinetic thinker. I get to do something quietly with my hands while I think. I've knit a few rows of Rusted Root on the back patio between my reading. I'm altering it by changing the lace panel to the "Dropping Elm Leaves" pattern in the first Barbara Walker treasury. The pattern is giving me ideas on what to do with the mmmmalabrigo I bought about 4 months ago--I'm thinking raglan pullover with an asymmetrical lace pattern or two and with flared sleeves. Will need to sketch it out and do a rough pattern to see if it will work.

Happy Deathly Hollows reading day to all!

Hey Hey You You I Want To Be Your Girlfriend

We love OX so much, but my sister is the lucky one as The Gov. has designated our green fuzzy friend her boyfriend.

Expectations

Maybe I need to change my expectations of myself. I'm not the perfect lawyer, but then what I do is as much an art as it is a science. I can be expected to have my head spin and feel completely deflated many times because I'll probably make mistakes. I guess it's like bumper cars--you find your way path by bumping through, and can often get whiplash often in the process.

I'm not the perfect mother who keeps her carpet stain-free and her child preservative-free , but then again perhaps the definition of a "perfect mother" is that you care enough to know when it all drives you too crazy to see straight.

I'm not the perfect wife. But then again, I've lasted over 8 years with the same man, and I see many, many more. I hold my ground with him when something is important to me.

Hey, it looks great written out-do you think I can hold myself to it?

Disaster!

My 2 frozen raspberry pies are dual disasters. I'd sent Conan to the store to get Oreo cookie pie crust. Note to grocery store clerks: It is NOT IN THE FROZEN FOOD section, okay? It's comprised of crumbs of FULLY BAKED OREO COOKIES, and not frozen dough. My husband came home with frozen pie crusts that I needed to bake...and then cool. They came out of the oven when I'd blended the cold filling, which I couldn't do except put in the refrigerator. Since it has Jell0 in it, it set and now I've got two pies in my freezer filled with lumpy raspberry mess.

I guess it's not that bad. Tomorrow I'll cover the tops with raspberries so that people can't see that it's lumpy. I guess a pie crust is okay, but the Oreo cookie crust really goes so well with the blended raspberry filling. I am really trying not to be mad at my husband--he made an honest mistake, but when you've got to work a full workday before an evening cookout and don't have any time to re-create it, you show up at your friend's doorstep with lumpy frozen pie in one hand and a healthy dose of chagrin in the other.

Bubbles Away

I could have written most of this post du THB except for the bathroom part. Going in-house really never involves sitting back and letting outside counsel do the work. It's a juggling act and a half. Even when you are walking on the way back from getting your skim latte and pondering why the barista felt the need to bemoan the lack of milk canister cleaning to you, you're still trying to piece your way mentally through a client issue.

Man am I tired. I got a fleeting taste of what it's like to have a balanced work life last week when half of my clients were out of the office. Boy, is it catching up to me. Sometimes I wish every day was like this:

Bubbles are awesome. Even the most devoted Sup3r M@rio devotee takes time out of his busy schedule to blow humongous bubbles. I can't decide what I like better--the bright iridescent bubble skin, or the brief thought of what it would be like to actually be a bubble and float away.