rowangolightly: (Rowan!)
After the client was here all day Friday working on her dress, I ended up working a 10 hour day but she ran me to my chiro appt and then took us out to lunch so it was great; she's a pretty nifty gal if a bit emo and well, actually a bit crazy but who am I to judge, right? She had a rough time and was hospitalized for awhile after a nervous breakdown. But I believe that being excommunicated from the Mormon Church, I can certainly understand. I'm very fond of her and feel very comfortable with her. Thing is, she and I have gotten pretty close and we have the agreement that we'll be totally candid and so I tell her when I think she's screwing up and why, from the benefit of my screwing up but I do so lovingly. And she takes it well; she may not listen to me but that's part of the deal. I advise her and she gets to take it...or not. But then we discuss it and we're cool. See, that's the deal with a close and loving friendship; you get the chance to tell someone that you think they're full of shit but that you still love them. And then they get the chance to either take that advice or not. She's been there for me lately when I was down, as well. She's the gal who fell through on taking me to Oklahoma for that sewing machine run but it worked out alright. Friends like that, no matter of how long a duration are not friends to toss away lightly.

So I was pretty whopped Friday night but had to get up on Saturday morning anyway. I had to get up to go to some fucking thing but damned if I can remember what it was I had to get up and go to at 10am. Literally wracking my brains and damned if I can remember. Huh, oh well; certainly made an impression on me, whatever it was.

Saturday afternoon I worked on Edina's costume and didn't get enough done. I almost decided not to go but decided at the last minute to make up a quick "what do I have on hand" recipe as I won't go to a pot luck party empty-handed. So I grabbed a jar of yoghurt dressing and a head of broccoli at the store. Then at home, I cut up the dozen or so cherry tomatoes I had, finely chopped about 5 of the broccoli florets, combined with an equal amount of the ricotta cheese and stirred in a cup or so of the dressing. Tasted it and then added a shake of poppy seeds, a dash of vinegar and a shake of Penzey's creamy peppercorn dressing mix.

Then I made sure I was feeling good enough to the birthday party decided to go, and glad I did. Quite a large crowd of choir gals and other friends of the birthday gals. And AMAZING food! I didn't allow myself to get bogged down by pondering who was glad to see me and who wasn't. I did notice that Judy's partner, Judy, wouldn't even look at me much less greet me but since I had pre-determined that I wasn't going to let one person or my insecurities weigh me down, . I didn't let that confirmation of her being upset with me slow me down. I flitted from group to group, conversation to conversation, ate my plate, assumed that I was welcome in every circle of discussion and shared a wonderful, laugh-filled conversation with Tara's partner who is not only a professor but also an expert sewer and museum-rated historical garment curator. We traded sewing disaster stories and horrid client stories, to the amusement of several standing around. Soon as I started feeling a tiny bit anxious about my work pile-up or like I wasn't really fitting it, I said general good-byes to friendly gals and took myself away. I came home and worked on the costume some more and made blueberry/lemon/almond bread for church the next day.

Yesterday, I got up and made the bundt cake but realized I'd screwed up and opened a white cake mix. Crap. So I used three whole eggs rather than just the whites, dumped in the rest of the box of Hershey's chocolate, added a couple teaspoons of mint extract, mixed it all together and then folded in mint chips and the remaining special dark chips and put it into the bundt pan. I thought, "well, if it totally sucks, my entire reputation doesn't rest on this." So I packed it all up and drove to the church which is sort of a mess since they're starting remodeling on the 2nd floor. But it's still lovely there and they so appreciate everything we do. The rehearsal went well and then the service and Heidi's sermon containing stories about Billy Mills, Olympic gold-medalist runner, was really thought provoking.

We went down to prepare the Coffee hour goodies before the last hymn and as usual, Gabi annoyed me by her preoccupation with food and her general cluelessness. I TOTALLY get that this is MY problem and that I'm letting her get to me and that she doesn't intend it; she is just the sort of shallow, self-obsessed, insecure, un-empowered woman that I generally want to slap but I can't because it's truly not her fault at this point. She'll either get it and become a real and vital woman or she'll remain a scared little virginal spinster and turn into her mother plus cats. It makes me nuts. But for her to say, "Oh, there's probably not enough cheese" as she's slicing it and arranging in on a plate, all the while she's eating slice after slice of it, just made me nuts. I finally said, "well, if there's not enough, don't you think you should stop eating it?" and she just said, "but it's so GOOD!" So I sighed and kept slicing the cakes.

It turned out that, rather than being a disaster, both cakes were a hit. I described the not-quite-chocolate cake as "blonde chocolate" and told the process, but not that it was caused by a mistake on my part. Everyone thought it was clever and they really loved it. I did share that the blueberry/lemon/almond bread was my own recipe but didn't have the recipe with me. I do feel some pressure there since the owners of Function Junction go to church there and somehow, impressing them with my cooking and baking seems important to me. And yes, we ran out of cheese quickly. I am trying to suspend judgment and appreciate Gabi for her truly sterling qualities but it's hard. I may have to talk some more to Tony about this because he totally gets it and will help me to find good ways for me to deal with it. That's such a nice friendship 'cause we can each call each other on our shit, ask each other for advice and be silly and enjoy each other's company. I loves me a Tony, who is my gay boyfriend. That makes him chuckle.

Then in the evening I went to KWC rehearsal CD practice. I'm really enjoying working with Lamar; this is a side of him we hadn't yet seen; the light-hearted, talented musician who is empowered to make arrangement decisions and direct us, without any fear of stepping on the toes. Ida made a comment something like, "See how relaxed and easy-going this is?" for which I wanted to slug her. I'm still a bit touchy over Michael's quitting and having her suck up by making a comment like that was insensitive at the very least. Nobody has been comfortable about the obvious elephant in the room but Lamar has taken the high road and shown his professionalism by picking things up and moving on without a beat or a single comment. That was really a tacky thing of Ida to day and to everyone else's credit, we all let it just drop. She really think the world does revolve around her opinions and she really didn't like it that Michael didn't treat her specially as Joe did. She's intimidated by Lamar so she respects him. I'm so glad.

Gabi wasn't at the rehearsal; no clue why. She did say while we were working on clean-up at the church that morning that she was worried about and afraid of Lamar; I kept my mouth shut. The time Lamar jumped down her throat last Fall in rehearsal CD time was when she, and only she, kept dragging and Michael kept reprimanding the whole Soprano section when we ALL knew it was HER. So next time when it was Lamar running rehearsal, he simply said, "Gabi, you're the one dragging; you must keep the proper rhythm and not drag. You're pulling down the entire song" and she found that abusive. I think the rest of us about cheered because it had been making us ALL NUTS. So no wonder she's afraid of Lamar; he won't let her get away lingering on each note because she's enjoying the sound of her own voice. I know she's sensitive enough to realize that she annoys other people but not conscious enough to want to figure out why and to change it. I guess that's part of what drives me so nuts about her.

I must rehearse music today before Elijah rehearsal tonight. I'm in the double quartet and since the other Alto doesn't seem to get the right notes, I MUST be secure on mine so I can hold my own.

One last frustration: I have been wondering why my rent check hasn't cleared my account. I have known that my landlady was selling her house and had bought a condo or something but didn't know the status of her move. I have already established that I don't like calling her because she is so nosy and intrusive and controlling so I hoped that a note would suffice. So last month I included a note with my check asking for her forwarding address when it was appropriate and heard nothing back. This month, I included another note asking for a forwarding address. SO. This morning I get a phone call. From my Landlady. Asking where my check is. So I said, "Well Linda, I mailed it out the 4th. You haven't received it yet?" She said, "no, I haven't" and then said, "Ooooohhh, I haven't given you an updated address?" No, she hasn't. And apparently she has already sold her other house and the new people are living in it in the last month. And apparently she didn't put in a change of address at the post office 'cause she said that the gal living there had called her and told her she had some mail AND HAD DONE A CHANGE OF ADDRESS FOR HER and *I* am the one who is irresponsible and out of touch with reality? Huh. And no, I still do not have her updated address.

And still have not heard from Chip to know if we're going out for my birthday tomorrow. I'm going to send him a chatty, "hey, it's my birthday tomorrow and I feel like steak, wanna help me celebrate?"

Anyway...this is me using my journal as just that; writing stuff out blowing off steam, using this as a place to get stuff out of my head.


Jul. 3rd, 2008 11:57 am
rowangolightly: (QEatClosing)
I awoke to thunder and a brief rain but now it's a bright, sunshiny (hot humid) day. If there's time, I've a swim in my near future.

There are blueberry almond (almost typed almost, damn you BilltheTailor!) steusel scones baking in the oven.

I washed a small apple along with the laundry this morning.

These three items brought to you by a peaceful Rowan this morning, erm, afternoon.
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Double batch of banana bread dough will not fit into either of my glass bowls; the popcorn bowl had to be pressed into duty.

*whine* I reallyreallyreally want a Kitchen Aid Artisan mixer (cobalt blue if we're being picky) 'cause mixing that banana bread dough was really too much for my poor old ancient electric hand mixer.

But there's one loaf each of plain, one with pecans and one with pecans, coconut and chocolate chips in the oven now.

One important note: having a habit of shaking out old gardening shoes before putting them on is a GOOD thing...especially with a history of seeing an occasional brown recluse around the house. *shudder*

And I don't think I'm gonna get a new bodice done for this weekend but I'm still gonna try.


Dec. 14th, 2007 06:33 pm
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Hurray! Oh, thank every deity I can imagine!

The lights are on; the heat is on, the oven light is blinking at me! I've never been so happy to flip a switch and be answered with LIGHT!

Yay! *sigh* Life is good, I can go back to being spoiled.


Dec. 12th, 2007 10:14 pm
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Yes, that's a 'whee' with an accompanying finger-pop in the cheek. My top three feelings right now are (not necessarily in this order) tired, cold and hormonal. Ask a hormonal woman how good her sense of humor is and you're liable to get popped one and not in a good way.

Today this "spoiled" woman has:
1)gotten up in the cold and dark and nearly simultaneously fixed a complete breakfast, fed the dogs, the cats, put them out, let them in.
2)dragged all the downed limbs in the back yard to the burn pile so the dogs could get into their house
3)showered in the cold bathroom, dressed and left for Valliant,
4)mailed the Christmas cards
5)came back to the house to retrieve wallet and cell phone
6)drove the hightop van in the rain 3 hours, met Joe at his job, helped him load the generator into the van
7)drove back, far as McAlester and tried to find wide wick (unsuccessfully) at WalMart, Lowes and never did find Atwoods, freaked 'cause it was starting to get dark, temps drop and still raining so
8)headed back home, slipping a bit and made it here about 5, just in time to be disappointed that the power wasn't back on
10)relit all candles and lamps
11)greeted Bruce home from work
12)cheered when he started it
13)cleaned out refrigerator, only had to throw away leftovers, freezer part of 'frig
14)cleaned up kitchen, washed dishes
15)checked freezer, everything was fine
16)loaded stuff from cooler back into 'frig
17)cleaned out stuff from old freezer which needed tossing anyway
18)damnear herneated myself drying to lift the full trash can
19)cleaned up floor
20)did one load of laundry
21)hung up laundry in garage
22)cleaned litter boxes and shit from upstairs floor
23)collapsed on sofa to be immediately 'catted' - I had Bobbi, then BrokenTail, then Minka and finally Minko surrounding me on the sofa, keeping me warm, yeah that't it...and yes, pictures were taken

Finally we went to grab some supper and more gas for the generator. Yes, we're damned lucky to have one and that we didn't lose anything of any substance. But I'm still cold, tired and reallyreally tired of this. Yes, please, I want my life back now, ok?

22)sat down on s

Hory Clap!

Oct. 19th, 2007 11:48 am
rowangolightly: (Rowan FacePalm)
It's FRIDAY? How'd it get to be Friday! *facepalm* Think I missed the trash pickup. Not good.

I have too much to do this week for it to be Friday!

*sigh* Guess I'll just skip ahead to the grocery shopping for the weekend (why is is that anytime I start to type a word starting with "we" it wants to come out as 'wedding'?) and then on to the baking I wanna do.

Need to spend some time in the garden, too, while it's so gorgeous and sunny. PERFECT autumn day; crystal clear, crisp with stunning amethyst blue skye.

And my poor baby threw his back out so he's walking around crooked. Hope it gets better soon. But at least it seems to happen less frequently than it used to.

Zoom....I'm off to DO stuff!


Oct. 18th, 2007 01:42 pm
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Just finished vacuuming the upstairs (LOVE the new Bissell, the lift off cannister ROCKS for stairs) after having mopped the kitchen floor. Of course, I have to move the litter box in order to mop the kitchen floor.

Nell came and pooped on the floor while I was upstairs sweeping.

IWONTKILLTHECAT but damned if it's not tempting right now!


Sep. 18th, 2007 04:55 pm
rowangolightly: (Lady Jaq)
Taking a break after I managed to throw some dirt into my own eye. OWOWOW! Yes, it's ok. I ran in and rinsed it out and my contact and it's alright but OW.

So I'm headed back out for more battling with Bermuda. No, I don't think I'll win, but it's a worthy battle and at least I'll get my iris bulbs planted. I disturbed two nice big earthworms and moved them gently to the part I'd already dug but unfortunately, chopped another in half. Yes, I apologized to it. Yes, I'm a sap but I don't care.

One more thing, I wish everybody had at least one icon that was them; their real face so I could tell if I know folk or not. My memory for putting names to faces or descriptions to people SUCKS so yeah, it would help for a real pic of a real face....but some folk like to hide. Some folk have good reason for it but some don't and that makes me suspicious. I'm just sayin...I'm more careful about friending folk than I used to be.

EDIT: Dear, Silly people, I mean the ones I don't KNOW or haven't already seen pics of their faces. *LOL* You guys crack me up!

Well, poo!

Jun. 7th, 2007 03:51 pm
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Ok, for any body trying to call me...

The house phone doesn't seem to be ringing although I can call out.

My cell phone is out of units and we forgot to take care of that last night.

So it looks as though email or IM is the only way to contact me at the moment.

The good news is I'm busily sewing anyway. TMy underskirt is done enough to bring including hem trim since a few of the gals offerred to do beading on it. And I've figured out samples so they'll know how I want it. Now I'm grommeting Julie's bodice and finishing the shoulder petals. Will have enough to try on the guards for fit but they won't be wearable this weekend.

And here's the classic procrastinator's question; anybody have about 5/8 yard of coutil I could buyu from them really quick-like? As in, I could get it early next week? Yeah, I'm horrible. But jeez...this is nuts! I spent way more of this week running the Kidling around getting her car purchase stuff done. So yeah....
rowangolightly: (Costuming)
Lots to do today/this week but feeling up to it. This cinches it, not that there was any doubt.

Daily Tarot & Horoscope )

"...pooped by evening." *lol* Ya think?
lawn and garden )

Then once it starts rain, hopefully I'll go to work cleaning out the sewing room. Yep, not gonna make that 10 day guideline for the sewing room but ah well...things have to be flexible! Plus I need to get stuff ready for Norman Medievel Faire this weekend. Must finish the new bodice, breaking the curse of "once it's worn it never gets completed"! Gotta Dryel Bruce's doublet and kilt and need to clean boots and shoes.

Everybody's coming down to the Faire, right? Next to the last chance to see Queen's Gambit in this current incarnation!

{ED. Started raining sooner than I'd hoped. I only got a little more cultivated to what dear Br.William had hand-tilled. Yep, the tiller is a goner; we have a perfectly good engine but not a working tiller body so it's hand-tilling or nothing at this point to get the garden in. I wanted to get into shape!

But an hour's work on the garden is a good bit of work. Breakfast and flower pressing and then we'll see what the dogs let me get done before they start wrecking the house. *sigh* I love our animals. But hey, I think I stopped Bobbie from getting into the fireplace, pissing in there and then tracking ash all over the house. Yes, I LOVE the animals (repeating that so I don't kill them!)

Oh, and a perfect icon that I nabbed from [ profile] apocalypticbob which I don't even think she's used yet. Sorry? But once Bruce guffawed at it, I couldn't help but steal's too perfect.
rowangolightly: (QueenTigger) walk! violets yet but I saw a bloomin forsythia, a red bud just starting and everybody's apple trees just wanting to burst into bloom! I have to giggle at the mockingbirds. I hear a cardinal and go looking for red do I see. Then I hear five other calls in rapid succession and look up to see the characteristic clown dressed in gray. Lovely birds, really, and most amusing. I never cease to be tickled by their flexibility...most cracks me up when one of them mimics the cats or an engine sound.

Now, before I go shower and prep for farting around today... oh look, pretty pictures! )

Now, off to the shower. Oh yeah, the cable guy is here installing the new dish that Amber gets for free for working where she does. Whee... /sarcasm I watch TV now!
rowangolightly: (Piggy Yule)
One: I really loathe having to scrape off the persimmon smegma from my shoes after going out in the backyard.

Two: I've about reached the point of having addressed too many envelopes safely. In this case 'safely' means not screwing up any envelopes.

Oh yes, and I finally found the lights. So maybe the tree will get trimmed today.


Aug. 27th, 2006 09:26 pm
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I arrived home about 5:30 after a drive through rain and then sun and then rain during which I was *very* sleepy much of the time. My usual remedy of singing helped some but not enough; did get me some good lyric review. Arrived home to discover that the AC is *still* not running; listening to the phone recorder, I heard a message from Jason, the AC guy, so he did try to call back. I quickly made a call to him and got him in three rings on a Sunday evening....hmmm.

So he'll be here 9:30 tomorrow morning to put in the new fan motor. I called Bruce to said to try turning in on to see if it works; I did and it did and what a relief! So we're cool for the night....literally.

It was good to see so many of the White Hart cast and friends. Di had grapes for me and news as well. I *did* check on the broom or rather she did for me...good news and very scary news both. Di called and the broom is done and will be mailed to get here in time. Bad/scary news is that our dear Basketmaker has cancer and will not do chemo; anyone who knows her well will not be surprised by this; she's determined her natural treatment and is following it. She said that she'd see us all next year and I'm sure she means at OKRF, too. Please everybody, keep her in your prayers, ok? She's a love and so is her hubby, the Blacksmith.

Chris did a fabulous job on the beginning acting classes; but that's a surprise to no one at all. We have an amazing group of folk at White Hart, eager and willing and fun. We had a blast at improv games...lots of laughter and sharing and good stuff learned. Amazing stuff no matter what level of experience. Sunday the costume stuff went effortlessly too, amazing when you have a group of people who work amicably together for the same goals regardless of diverse backgrounds, ages and experience levels. I haven't had so much fun teaching a costume class in....well, maybe ever. Huh. Restores one's faith, it does.

I even took the hand-fasting dress and got help pinning the hem so that's done; just finishing work on it to do now, drop the lining in and stuff like that. I also got help on the sash; the cord I'm using was equally frustrating to Barb who is our 'staff weaver' so I felt much better. She came up with the old macrame solution: t-pin the thing to a foam board. That's what I'm doing and I now have a flawless 8" start on it and no frustrations! Yay!

Back to work and probably won't get caught up on LJ this week.....

rowangolightly: (Rowan with antennae)
But it has been interesting... The fan on the AC was what quit working. Bruce was able to re-start it but now we must run it constantly until we can get a repairman out here to fix it. At least the house has cooled down!

Julia came over last evening and they got some done on the violin tracks for the CD but it was way hot upstairs. I worked on the hand-fasting sash some more and then put it away completely frustrated; don't want that kind of energy in it so I may wait until this weekend and ask for help on it. A thunderstorm was forecast, and boy did it show up! The lightning started and one thunder-boomer was so close that it scared them and they came downstairs to check if I was alright! I was, the connection wasn't. We were without internet until about 11 this morning! Bruce looked at me about 10pm and said, "so what do we do now?" I said, "Oh, how about all those things on the to-do list that we don't get to because of the time-sucking computers?"

Going to focus on the hand-fasting dress instead. Alicia (oldest daughter) and her fiance took us out to dinner last Sunday both to celebrate his and my birthday and to ask Daddy's blessing on the engagement. (And of course, I'm making the wedding dress; how can I say no to that?) They had a gift card for me from Hancocks but hadn't written the value of it so I had no idea. When I went to buy the rest of the fabric, lining and overdress, I went easy 'cause I didn't want to overspend the gift certificate...thinking it was prolly $20 or $25. The cashier and I were both astonished to see that I had $75 left on it! Wow, I gotta go express some more gratitude to them!

So now we're waiting for Julia to come back and get some more of this done. I'm going to put a couple of whole chickens on the smoker and end up getting several meals plus some soup out of it. I have a philosophical post rambling about in my head; haven't done one of those for awhile. It has to percolate just a bit more first...


Aug. 9th, 2006 10:15 am
rowangolightly: (Rowan with antennae)
The kitchen is mostly clean; nice for all that this is the long-delayed "spring" cleaning. My spices are organized to where I can find and use them, finally! Though I still really, really want some sort of spice cabinet; I think the individual racks that I can mount inside the door would be best. But ye gods, before I sorted them...they filled the whole of the top of the dining room table! Nobody in the world needs four bottles of lemon flavoring, three of almond and of mint, not to mention four bottles of mustard seed in the house of somebody who abhors mustard! ::dusts hands off:: Well, I took care of that. I mean, come on, if you can't *smell* a spice, it just isn't good for anything anymore.

So today I finish the cushions for the front patio chairs and re-cover the back of the game chair in the front hallway. Then I hopefully can work on the costume guidelines for White Hart and maybe even get some other sewing done. This is, if Amber will do the rest of the kitchen. *sigh* How much can one person sleep in? Ah's her break before school starts. But I really need help around here so we can get all this done.

Tomorrow I start cooking and baking, no, tomorrow is Thursday...make that Friday.

But now I'm off to take the decorative nails offa the game-chair. Just sharpened and thinned down my dandilion picker to do that...nothin' makes ya feel quite so butch as using a bench grinder, ya know... Yes, I was careful and wore gloves and safety glasses.

to-do lists )
rowangolightly: (MomandMe)
It's a perfectly gorgeous morning here; the sun is just finished chasing away the whispy clouds that were helping the moon play hide-and-seek as it perched on a limb of the pecan tree in the back yard. There's a cardinal praising his own beauty while the grackles argue about Robert's Rules of Order in the next yard. The air caresses the skin like azure velvet. I do believe that it rained just a little last night.

Rain... "what's that? she whispered, "Oh, it's that wet stuff that used to fall from the sky; we used to call it Rain!"

I've propped the back door open about a half a foot so Minko, aka BitchyBoy, the great farting cat can come and go as he pleases rather than standing on whichever side of the door he's on and crying to be on the other side. Terry is meandering inside and out, enjoying the freedom of choice.

it's a good day to be me! )

Anyway...I must write these descriptions for these items and get them posted. If anyone wants to see what I'm selling before I post, well, I think I'll try putting one here.wanna see a picture? )


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