Where’d you go?


It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything. Work hasn’t been terribly busy, but when I get home, I’m just so tired that I fail to blog anything. Not that nothing’s been happening. A lot has been happening. And I have a lot of thoughts. Anyways, I’m also trying to learn real XHTML and CSS, so I’ve kinda been putting off the blog until I can do something really neat with it. If I don’t blog anything for the next while, one or both of those reasons are why.


Creative impulses


I like to think of myself as a creative person. I am a creative person. And there are many ways I like to express myself creatively. Mainly, I like to make things. This blog, for instance. I am spending (or wasting, depending on how you look at it) an enormous amount of time and energy getting it off the ground. I’d like for people to read it and comment, but I think in the end, it’s more of a way for me to create something of my own. The time I spend on this endeavor is pretty much my modus operandi. I dive right into things and if I don’t have the kind of success that I want in the time frame that I want, then there goes that hobby.

I recently acquired a new couch and have been redecorating, incorporating more color into our home. I was thinking of hanging a watercolor print from Ikea above the couch. The print has a blue bowl of golden (orange) plums. Taking the soft colors as my accents, I set about finding the perfect throw pillows for the couch. Unfortunately, those colors in and of themselves are pretty hard to find, so finding them together was not gonna happen. I decided to take Anne’s suggestion and make the pillows myself. But how was I going to do that? I have rudimentary hand sewing skills and don’t know how to operate a sewing machine, much less own one. Undeterred, I visited several craft and fabric stores for some inspiration and found the perfect fabrics from Hancock Fabrics. That very night I cut out my fabric and the next morning I went to Target and bought the Shark for a measly $30. I had no idea if this was going to turn out okay, but I was certainly going to try. I spent an hour and a half learning (trolling the Internet because the documentation was so bad) how to thread the damn thing and started sewing. I even put zippers on these pillows. I don’t know how I did it the first time (actually, I do, I didn’t bother reading or following the directions), because the second time around it was a disaster and I had to hand stitch the zipper in. Anyways, I am quite pleased with the way they came out. The idea of buying a real sewing machine, one that could take a zipper foot, is rolling around my head, but I don’t think the amount of sewing I am going to do in the future warrants such a purchase. I’ll probably be making more pillows, though :).

Homemade pillows

My pillows. They’re sitting on my bed pillow, not on the couch I made them for.

Tacos and Milk Tea


I was bored this evening. Yeah, there was a lot of stuff I could have done around the apartment, but I tend to need external motivation to complete things. Brazier was on call, too, and so wouldn’t be coming home tonight. I decided around 8p to go get some fish tacos from Berry Hill. Their fish tacos, by the way, are the best I’ve had in Houston. They come with a bunch of red cabbage and some kind of sauce that I can’t replicate at home. Yes, they’re fried, but they aren’t as greasy as you might think. In addition, their grilled version is just as tasty. Anyways, Anne and I were going to hang this evening, since she was getting over feeling like a scolded child (she was with the me the whole time), but needed her nails to dry since she had just finished giving herself a manicure. I called Edith up, thinking that she could hang with us at Tapioca Express after I had my tacos.

I ended up having the tacos myself and then going over to Tapioca Express for a tapioca milk tea. If you’ve never had it, tapioca milk tea is a sweet tea beverage originally from Taiwan. It’s pretty self explanatory, tea with milk and tapioca. You might have also heard it called bubble tea. It’s not the tapioca with which most people in the US might be familiar. It’s usually brown from the sugar and liquid in which it is prepared and is about the size of a small gumball. Shortly thereafter, Anne arrived and she ordered an Italian grape soda (She’s non-dairy and hates tea, so what’s a girl to do? If you’re white like her, order the most adventurous drink on the menu, obviously!) We sat at a table outside and I piddled around on the laptop while she practiced embroidery. She’s getting really good. She was practicing a paisley pattern I asked her to embroider on a shirt for me. We looked through some pictures that I had taken months ago at the end of the year banquet and had just downloaded onto my computer. And I learned a little bit more about her swinging friends Tom and Samantha. You never can tell about those quiet ones.

In typical fashion, Edith showed up much later than we knew better to expect. I think Anne and I sat around for a good 15-20 minutes before she showed up. So there we were, the three of us, just sitting around the table. It was familiar. Although we all came to work for the district at the same time, this past year Edith had moved up the ladder and Anne and I were still in the classroom. We used to be real tight, the three of us, but work schedules and duties had separated us. I showed them the pictures from the banquet and we just talked about the goings on. It wasn’t just like yesterday, but it was close enough. With hope, we’ll stay in touch. My first official day at my new school is this Thursday and I won’t be seeing these guys at work for the first time in two years.