Thursday, October 27, 2005

All Day and All of the Night

I'm currently entering reviewer comments into a training module. This particular reviewer keeps rewriting things to include the phase "at the end of the day:"

"At the end of the day we have to sell solutions that . . ."
"At the end of the day we have to accurately identify . . ."
"At the end of the day we have to guarantee that . . ."

Why can't we do these things in the morning? Or all day long? In fact, aren't these the most important points? Do you really think I can say "at the end of the day" in the training?

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Guild Meeting Report

YES! I went to a knitting guild meeting last night. There were about 16 of us and we sat and knitted for about an hour and a half. I'd have to say that it was fabulous. 5 stars. A red letter day.

I went for the program portion, which was a good decision. I think that's what most people go for. There wasn't much of a program per say: all the new people introduced themselves (there were four of us) and we were all persuaded to become members. It wasn't a very hard sell since it only costs $2 for the rest of the year. Next year, we can renew for $12. That's right, a dollar a month. One. One dollar. James laughed when I told him that. He said that my hobbies are a lot cheaper than his. Then he took it back.

Next, we had show-and-tell, obviously the best part of the evening. We went around the room and everyone showed what they were working on. A few people brought recently finished projects. One woman is knitting the Clapotis from knitty. Very nice. And the girl across from me was knitting with some yarn that she had spun.

I took my toe-up socks from elann. The other knitters nodded appreciatively. One commented on the tiny needles. That made me feel good.

The program was on how to decipher the care directions on yarn labels. It wasn't very long, but I learning everything I need to know about reading yarn labels. Go ahead ask me.

Lastly, there was a drawing. Every month one of the members brings some yarn from their stash or a book they don't want anymore. How cool is that? That’s worth $1 a month. I’ve got to win sometime. This month was a book of sweater patterns. I didn't win, but as a thank you for joining I got these nifty note cards.

Tomorrow: project pictures. I promise!

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

A knitting party . . . of sorts

I'm going to visit the Memphis Knitting Guild tonight. They have a dinner at 6 and a program at 7. I'm not sure how the dinner works since they meet in a library. I'm not going to dinner because I'm afraid I would feel like an intruder if it's a small group and just silly if it's a large group. So, I'm just going to the program. Hopefully I'll have good stories to tell tomorrow. I'll also try to show some of my current projects tomorrow.

Now for un-knitterly things! The house!

These are the roses next to our mailbox. The previous owners had not taken very good care of them but they still had these beautiful flowers when we first moved in. They're pretty much gone now.

This picture is for Brooke. She gave me the little canister on the end and she didn't even know that I had registered for the other canisters. Isn't it precious?

And lastly, we have a house guest! James's dad stopped by on Saturday on his way to Las Vegas and dropped off Maggie. A puppy is a wonderful thing. Especially since James is out of town this week.

Friday, October 21, 2005

Moving on Up

Most of you have already heard all of this but this time you get to hear it with pictures! And this is the last time I’ll talk about it. At such length.

As you know, James and I have relocated to Memphis. I like moving. It’s fun and new and exciting. When I lived in Cincinnati, I moved to a new apartment every couple of years or so.

This move was nothing like those moves. It involved movers.

Since James is being transferred, his employer would pay for movers. James was interested in this. I was not.

I don't like the idea of someone else touching all of my things. I like packing the boxes. I like knowing where I packed things. If movers came in and packed, the boxes would be a big garbled mess. When I pack, all the yarn goes in one box. All the shoes go in one box. Etcetera.

Why not pack the boxes ourselves (myself) and have to movers pick up the boxes? Because the movers stipulated that if they didn't pack the boxes, they would not be responsible for any damage. That's a big "we don't have to care" option. I have heard people talk about their experiences with movers. I have heard movers talk about their experiences moving. It's not their stuff! They don't care! And if they can exercise the we-don't-have-to-care option, it will be a disaster.

So, we compromised. We'd move the boxes and the moving company would move the furniture. James wasn't happy and I wasn't happy. It was a successful compromise.

About two days before the move I was starting to regret my decision. I had to pack my things and James's things. The apartment was so small that I didn't have anywhere to put the packed boxes, let alone the empty boxes. And James wasn't terribly helpful.

Two days after the move I no longer regretted my decision. Our furniture wasn't going to arrive for a week. That would have been a week with a completely empty house. Nothing. We would have been in a hotel for a week. The week that we both took off work to get settled into our house.

So we camped out for a week. We had a twin mattress on the floor, a card table in the kitchen, and two camping chairs. We unpacked the kitchen, the bathrooms, the closets, and the laundry room. It was fun. It was good.

A week later our furniture arrived. Oh the excitement! It was like Christmas! Finally our house would be complete!

Then the furniture started coming off the truck, one mangled piece after the next. Coming out of the truck that said "The Careful Movers" on the side.

Before the movers arrived James and I had discussed whether or not we were supposed to tip the movers. I tend to think that we are expected to tip anyone and everyone. James thinks no one should ever be tipped. We went with James on this one.

How did this happen, you may ask. For starters, we had a small load. The movers don’t like small loads because they don’t make much money on them. So we’d pissed them off right there. Then our furniture got loaded and unloaded three different times. Loaded up in Gibson City. Unloaded and stored in a warehouse. Loaded onto another truck and driven around the country for a few days. I think all the loading and unloading along with a little bit of f*** you attitude helped to make this a less than stellar move.

So, if you are ever tempted to use movers, insist that your belongings be delivered in the same truck they were packed in. The truck that you watched them pack. Movers are shady characters. Not to be trusted.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Let's all kankucho!

In the Snow Mountains lives the Kankucho bird. All night the bird complains about the cold and vows to build a nest in the morning. But when the morning comes, the day is beautiful and warm and the bird forgets all about building a nest until night falls and he's cold again.

Tom, one of my coworkers, told me that story because every day we would spend 10 or 15 minutes talking and ignoring our work obligations. He said we were "kankuchoing."

Though Tom and I no longer work together, I still find time to kankucho every day. That time is often spent knitting. Or reading the mail. Or looking out the window. Or doing the laundry. Or whatever else I can think of that's not work. And once my workday is done, there's unlimited time for kankuchoing.

This blog will be devoted to those activities: all the things I do when I am ignoring my real responsibilities. This blog will, undoubtedly, be one of those things.

The Kankucho leads a beautiful, carefree life. Join me in celebrating my beautiful, carefree life, and for some complaining about the cold.