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I'm glad...
I'm so glad it's a little cooler so far this week. Our new building doesn't have AC and no possibility of installation. It also doesn't have any blinds. That means on Friday at 12:00 noon, it was 98 degrees in my office. Seriously! We had a thermometer. This could be a very long summer. We all actually left at 3:00 it was too hot to work.
I'm glad that the pile of licensure requests has been cleared off of my desk. I currently have to submit all of OSU's students teacher licensure requests to Oregon's Teacher Standards and Practices Commission so that they can become licensed teachers or counselors. I also have to do all of the out-of-state requests for anyone who finished a teacher licensure program at OSU, no matter how many years ago (I did one from 1969 a couple of weeks ago). I submitted 43 between June 28th and 29th, 20 last week, and 20 so far this week. Fortunately, I have help with the verification process so it's proceeding smoother than normal. Eventually, Biana will take over the submissions process but we are breaking her into the process gently.
I'm glad for new clothes, although I probably shouldn't have bought them or the fabric to make them. I bought fabric for 2 new dresses and 2 skirts and have kick started my sewing with patterns to handle some other fabric in my stash. I have three additional skirts to make from fabric that's been languishing in the closet but was far from unloved...I just had to have the right pattern. Robert pointed out to me that I do with sewing what Marian and Carrie do with cooking. I look at a pattern as a starting point. I size it up or down as needed and make adjustments to make it fit the way I want. It's always a bit of a risk that it won't be quite what I envisioned but more often than not it's what I want. I finished a wrap skirt made from the material that Mom brought me from Hawaii. It was fabulous to work with even though the pattern measurements are left over from the era of Twiggy. (Really a size 30? I wear 10-12 sizes smaller than that in off the rack!)
I'm not terribly pleased with the way I look but that doesn't have anything to do with the skirt. I think I have enough fabric left to make a matching blouse.
Last night I stopped at Fashion bug and picked up four shirts. I needed a white tee and a white tank but I also found a lovely purple top and a magenta top with cream cut-work embroidery.
I'm glad for better than expected finances. I checked the bank account this morning and there was more money than I expected. I checked that everything had cleared (after a moment of panic that maybe the rent check hadn't cleared and I'd spent part of it and that was why I had more money...pant, pant, pant). It all looks ok. Now I'm not flush, but I'm not down to my last $20 like I am some months by this time.
I'm glad for a mother who knows me so well. She called me from Alaska and said "I'm in a wonderful little yarn store here in Alaska. Would you like me to pick something up for you?" Ummm...well...DUH! That's like asking an addict if they'd like their next fix and for free! And you know, my mom doesn't do string, except to buy it for me.
I'm glad for a father who didn't get mad when I forgot his birthday on Sunday! I talked to him the day after, but not because I'd remembered. I feel rather low about forgetting. I blame it on being befuddled by Sinatra's death.
It's good to remember our blessings!
I'm glad that the pile of licensure requests has been cleared off of my desk. I currently have to submit all of OSU's students teacher licensure requests to Oregon's Teacher Standards and Practices Commission so that they can become licensed teachers or counselors. I also have to do all of the out-of-state requests for anyone who finished a teacher licensure program at OSU, no matter how many years ago (I did one from 1969 a couple of weeks ago). I submitted 43 between June 28th and 29th, 20 last week, and 20 so far this week. Fortunately, I have help with the verification process so it's proceeding smoother than normal. Eventually, Biana will take over the submissions process but we are breaking her into the process gently.
I'm glad for new clothes, although I probably shouldn't have bought them or the fabric to make them. I bought fabric for 2 new dresses and 2 skirts and have kick started my sewing with patterns to handle some other fabric in my stash. I have three additional skirts to make from fabric that's been languishing in the closet but was far from unloved...I just had to have the right pattern. Robert pointed out to me that I do with sewing what Marian and Carrie do with cooking. I look at a pattern as a starting point. I size it up or down as needed and make adjustments to make it fit the way I want. It's always a bit of a risk that it won't be quite what I envisioned but more often than not it's what I want. I finished a wrap skirt made from the material that Mom brought me from Hawaii. It was fabulous to work with even though the pattern measurements are left over from the era of Twiggy. (Really a size 30? I wear 10-12 sizes smaller than that in off the rack!)
I'm not terribly pleased with the way I look but that doesn't have anything to do with the skirt. I think I have enough fabric left to make a matching blouse.
Last night I stopped at Fashion bug and picked up four shirts. I needed a white tee and a white tank but I also found a lovely purple top and a magenta top with cream cut-work embroidery.
I'm glad for better than expected finances. I checked the bank account this morning and there was more money than I expected. I checked that everything had cleared (after a moment of panic that maybe the rent check hadn't cleared and I'd spent part of it and that was why I had more money...pant, pant, pant). It all looks ok. Now I'm not flush, but I'm not down to my last $20 like I am some months by this time.
I'm glad for a mother who knows me so well. She called me from Alaska and said "I'm in a wonderful little yarn store here in Alaska. Would you like me to pick something up for you?" Ummm...well...DUH! That's like asking an addict if they'd like their next fix and for free! And you know, my mom doesn't do string, except to buy it for me.
I'm glad for a father who didn't get mad when I forgot his birthday on Sunday! I talked to him the day after, but not because I'd remembered. I feel rather low about forgetting. I blame it on being befuddled by Sinatra's death.
It's good to remember our blessings!
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For me this year it was my mom's birhtday. Although in my defense, I thought it was four days later then it is.