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Tired. stressed a bit
Jul. 19th, 2005 11:53 pmBeen running too much and almost all of it at home. Sewing garb that I don't care about (Pennsic mud garb - cotton pants to wear under 3/4 length tunics ala "Fake Viking Man". Gee... according to the Sagas, if my husband saw me in men's pants, it'd be grounds for divorce.) Anyway, worked on what I need to have so I'm not wrestling with skirts while loading wood, cases of water and other Quartermasterly supplies. I rather liked the last pair of pants. I might keep them after pennsic for lounge wear. They look like pajama since I bought that comfortable cheap cotton plaid stuff from WalMart. I learned this morning - the hard way - that the washing machine has breathed it's last. Or, given that it died while dealing with a load of my new fabric, I should say that it suffered a massive cardiac arrest. Hand-wringing fabric sucks. Arn spent the evening tearing the machine apart and finally announced that like a Star Trek red-shirt, it was dead. So tomorrow, instead of working on food for the weekend and finishing a cloak I have to have done for the same, I will be price comparing washing machines. Having one die this close to Pennsic isn't the disaster that having a sewing machine fail could be, but it's close. Thank goodness it didn't do it while washing the ten yards of red cotton.
Arn tells me that he might not make it to Assessment after all. His work has a contract review that just popped up and Arn has to re-juggle (find, assign, and balance) all the man-hour/contract hour figures against the money amounts. By Friday. Or at the latest, Monday. Learning this was about as happy-making as realising that I didn't buy enough wool for the cloak I need for Saturday and I can't buy more - the bolt was emptied by the purchaser in line behind me.
It only gets better.
Thank goodness Shawn's birthday was yesterday and we could have dinner with him and give him a small gift (his real one - a new bed - has to wait on _finding_ the perfect bed!) and chat with him before all the mess hit our fan. It did mean that we missed out on going to see Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory with him and Opi (and Sam) this evening. That sucked. I think they were watching it about the same time that I was messing up my fabric cutting and Arn was admitting defeat with the washer.
Tomorrow WILL be a better day!
Arn tells me that he might not make it to Assessment after all. His work has a contract review that just popped up and Arn has to re-juggle (find, assign, and balance) all the man-hour/contract hour figures against the money amounts. By Friday. Or at the latest, Monday. Learning this was about as happy-making as realising that I didn't buy enough wool for the cloak I need for Saturday and I can't buy more - the bolt was emptied by the purchaser in line behind me.
It only gets better.
Thank goodness Shawn's birthday was yesterday and we could have dinner with him and give him a small gift (his real one - a new bed - has to wait on _finding_ the perfect bed!) and chat with him before all the mess hit our fan. It did mean that we missed out on going to see Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory with him and Opi (and Sam) this evening. That sucked. I think they were watching it about the same time that I was messing up my fabric cutting and Arn was admitting defeat with the washer.
Tomorrow WILL be a better day!
