The time I got the most scared. I was a kid, it was the summer after 7th grade. One day, I went to the theater (something we could never afford to do) to watch the movie “Aracnophobia” with a girlfriend. We got movie treats before we went, and I bought Mamba. Then I spent the afternoon at her house, something I loved to do because she had such a beautiful house and she had so many sisters, so there was always a lot of things going on.
Tiny small wee business opportunity?
The coolest thing just happened! I work in a city, moderately sized, and there are several coffee joints nearby. I also knit/crochet in my spare time, and I talked to one of the places about selling crocheted coffee coozies (cosies, whatevs), and they said yes! I was so nervous to bring it up to them, but they said okay!
I didn’t even think about this part, but the owner brought up that Christmas and stuff is coming close, and the people that work in the nearby business buildings often have holiday parties and other gift-giving sessions, so they might need something quickly. She said, “You could put it into a nice kind of packaging…” The kind of stuff I hadn’t even thought of!
Now my mind is all abuzz with packaging and color ideas. I’m excited!
Unplugged.
Getting away from these glowing screens is a delicate subject in the Quest household. Cohiba makes his living by being brilliant on these things and, as his wife (in less than five months – yay!), I am equally yoked. Furthermore, since our bread and butter is produced by these boxes, he is never without some kind of connection – and therefore I am not without a connection. He has to be available for coworkers or needs to check in on his own. He doesn’t like being lost or without an answer to something he needs.
Having said that, we love to get outside (I think me more than him, actually) and I know there are full days I get so engaged in life that I’m not checking Facebook in favor of biking or climbing or knitting or reading. Although, come to think of it, I’m reading on a Nook, so maybe I’m not as far as I think. 🙂
Feelings are Fickle Creatures
When asked to think about a time when everything seemed to be going wrong and then suddenly, I knew it would be alright, I think of one I had just last week that is still making a difference for me.
Cool Songs for Cool Kids
“Here. I made you a mix tape.”
Wow. What would I put on a mix tape for a new friend – this is an important question. Making a mix tape has never been a joke; it’s a serious business. It not only comments on you, but it also communicates some assumptions to the person to whom you’re giving the tape.
First, what length tape will you give them? 30 minutes a side? 45 minutes a side? I think there were even some tapes that were an hour on each side. Then, you need the right equipment. You can’t record off the radio onto a mix tape. No. The whole point of a mix tape is that the person have the whole song, unadulterated by radio personality bla-di-blah. So you have to take it directly off the CD or another cassette (that doesn’t have radio crap on it.) If you don’t have a clean version, don’t add it.
Here’s what I’d put:
A bit at a time
I got to clean the kitchen this past Saturday – it made my whole weekend. So cathartic and meditative, I love having things clean.
I think part of clutter has to do with all the *stuff* that we have, stuff that, while nice, isn’t a necessity. Cohiba and I daydream about the day in the future when we build a little house on an old trailer bed, and travel around in it. I wonder why we don’t do it now.
Because having things clean makes me feel so good, but I have a lot of other things that I do (bikes and PhD applications come to mind) I do a bit at a time. Vacuum one weekend. Do the kitchen like I did last weekend. I didn’t used to do it like this, and I like it. A lot of the junk or stuff is Cohiba’s; we’re still learning how to manage this kind of thing with each other. That’s also coming along a bit at a time, but it is coming.
Solution, black, bowl
The solutions I sought after a hard day of disappointment were rejected in the blackest form of sick, unintentionally marring and contrasting with a beautiful brass peace bowl. I hope it washes off.
Blink and its 2016
My 20 year high school reunion is this fall. I don’t know if I can make it back to the US to go to it; my research is just getting started here in Bath, and we’ve spent so much money traveling. We’re living the dream.
I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant. That’s the big thing on my mind, the big thing that would keep me here. I haven’t found a doctor here, yet, but I need to do that right away. This is kind of what Cohiba and I have been planning all along, so I’m not upset, just nervous/excited. If my baby’s born here, it’ll be a British citizen. It may call me mum instead of mom!
One way of unbending time
I’m going through a period of excitment right now: I’m getting married March 3, 2014, and I”m preparing for it now. I can’t even count how many times people have told me about this engagement period, “That time is so much fun.” “Enjoy it; it’s a great time.” “Remember this time.” I’m glad they warned me, because I hadn’t imagined that this would be a particularly significant time to remember, but I’m taking their advice.
What do prithee and probably have in common?
Language is a beautiful and living bridge back in time. As one who enjoys a Renaissance fair, I’ve studied Elizabethan speech in effort to get more into character. I’m not very good at it, but I still love it. During the renaissance period, verbal communication was the main form of entertainment available to people.
“Prithee wait until I fetch it to you anon.” (Wait a sec.)
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