So, sew. I like to sew. I should be making money at it. I don't know how to go about it. I can make baby items for a booth at a craft fair. I would probably sell most of them. I don't know.

I have to get my daughter's shirt made. I bought some really beautiful brocade fabric, but I want to make sure I get the sizing right...it took more adjustments and alterations than I had ever done before to make the practice top. I think I will clean up the baby bootie stuff for now, and get busy making her shirt tomorrow...ok, Stacy? :-D

It is the lull before the storm at work. I have a day or two to breathe a little before I get swamped again. Swamped is ok-I just get tired of doing the same thing over and over and over. So not creative...

Ok, tomorrow is my friend's birthday. I made her some adult booties. I think she will get a kick out of them, even if she never wears them. The have frogs all over them-it says "peace frog" all over them. They are green, with magenta and green trim. Very cute. If I can figure out how to post pictures, I will.

Unwritten...

Ok. It's done.

I am over it! I have moved on. So, that's that.

Back to reality. Less stress, less worry about so many things. But the old stuff is still there, and I am still a landlord. Good Lord, I don't want to be a landlord any more!! Humph.

So, Gary let a guy move in the downstairs of the rental. The same day the guy moved in, I started getting calls from the upstairs tenants. The next day, more of the same. The next day, another call. Crimey! Can't people use common sense? The upstairs was complaining about the downstairs, the downstairs was complaining about the upstairs.

I don't know how much work we are going to get out of this guy. We shall see. Sometimes Gary's ideas are great-sometimes, not so much. This might be a not-so-much. Don't want it; don't need it.

Onward and upward...

I need an Acura cure...

So, today I am selling my beloved car. This has been emotionally hard on me. I know, in my head, that it is all for a good reason. But still...why do I have to be so tied to a stupid vehicle? Irritates me that it makes me so, so sad, to have to give up a car. I don't really want to go over all the pros and cons again. Just let me have my meltdown in peace...

Nearly the end of July

Holy Toledo! It is already July 22, 2010. My summer, as usual, is getting away from me. I haven't had "summer vacation" in years. I have always had to work during the summers-especially for the last 16 years. That is our "busy" time for our business. I have managed to get away for longish weekends, but the general rule is, "Take vacation during the fall and winter when we aren't working!" Darn it, anyhow.

So, what, exactly, do I do? I manage a company that inspects, tests, and treats utility poles (common name-telephone poles-even though most utility poles are power poles). I do the day-to-day stuff for the business. Things like payroll, taxes, data-entry, balance the books, invoicing, preparing bid packages, investigating insurances, paying the bills, and generally being bored. How many more years can I do this? I don't know. As long as I have to, I guess.

I really would rather read, weed the garden, sew, or some other such thing. My husband keeps trying to sell the easel he bought me, because "you never use it." So? I also have a piano that he bought me, and a collection of carousel animals that I refuse to put up (until I have a glass case for them). They are mine; I love them, even if I don't use them.

We all have things we love and don't really need/use/look at, don't we? I do turn my books over, though. I mostly use my Kindle for books, but occasionally I want part of the collection that goes together. Jodi Picoult books, for instance, or Harry Potter books. Maybe the Twilight Saga. But if the story doesn't stay in my mind, out it goes.

Getting back to what we have that we don't need/use/look at. I think there is some kind of rule of thumb for that stuff. But, I am getting to the age that the kids are thinking about Mom's stuff, and what they would want upon my demise. Face it; it is gonna happen. Decide ahead of time who is going to get the piano, the carousels, the emerald, the pearls. I don't have lots-but what I have means something to me-for whatever reason.

So, this was random. It was my first blog. What did you think?