We shipped off our plant this week, which I’ve been working on almost this whole last year.  Doing the proposal, answering the questions, getting the order, doing the drawings, design, ordering the parts, getting it built, working on the documentation.  A ton of time and energy of mine has gone into this thing!  It is very nice when you can stand in a completed building, and pose for your photo.  So many engineers don’t really get out of the office to see the equipment, this job is better in that we are always around what we are designing/building.  Obviously a big team of people worked on this, and my boss did lots and lots of work on it as well.  I learned a lot doing the project management for this job, I think it was worth it.  I can’t really count it as an F.O. yet, as it hasn’t been installed or commissioned.  We didn’t hear it fell off on the highway north, so that is good.

In other news, October is almost here, which means a little munchkin will need a costume.  Yarn has been purchased!  Stay tuned….

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Yup, September is almost over, which reminds me.  Don’t I have a lot of reports and estimates to do?  Yes I do, but I don’t feel like it tonight, I’ll do it tomorrow.  It is probably just the painful infection in my lungs talking, but I’m feeling lazy and indulgent, and I’m not working tonight, don’t tell my boss.  Or that nasty client that just won’t fire us.

Back on Track!  The plan for this single skein September was to knit up the three skeins pictured at left.  The rest of my Peace Fleece, some incredible alpaca I got at Olds this summer, and some old Noro.  Believe it or not, I’ve already made the alpaca into the worlds cosiest cowl (like being hugged by an alpaca, a cream and fawn alpaca), and the Noro into an incredibly cute hat for my baby girl who is unbelievably big, and growing out of clothes every day.  I estimate that I will get photos taken of these projects some time in November.  Stay tuned!!  I don’t think I’ll make the mittens that I was planning from the Peace Fleece just yet, I need to finish up the Abalone I just started!

The Art of Infidelity

September 13, 2012

A million years ago I worked in Singapore with a varied group of people, mostly men.  Singapore is a lovely place, with a seedy underbelly that I glimpsed occasionally, and didn’t like.  There is an overabundance of prostitutes, as that is legal, along with women looking for the rich guy to marry.  Please remember this is one facet of the culture over there, and by no means representative of Singaporean culture as a whole.  My male co-workers were a mixed bag, some nice guys, some honourable guys, and a douchebag or two.  One particular douchebag loved the ladies, and as another co-workers said “smelled like V.D.”.

This big douchebag liked to have different women each night, along with his two main ladies, a younger girl, and an older married lady.  He usually paid for his women, or as he once proudly told me one night at a nightclub “these girls are free, woohoo”.  Good for you douchebag, good for you.  Of his two main ladies he kept them apart for a long time, and also kept them in the dark about all the other ones, as he was very practiced at this, and good at it.  But as inevitably happens, they ran into each other.  Again, as he was very good at this, he knew which lady to send away immediately, and which one to keep behind to explain away the other lady, and keep her convinced she was the only one.  Once that was done, he went to Lady #2 and did the same thing.  As he was very good, they both accepted it, and everything went back to normal in the infidelity.

I am experiencing a similar problem with all the reports I need to write, and which are all due early next week.  Which one do I send away, and which one do I finish and make happy first?  Which one is gullible enough to believe me when I tell it I can’t get it done until next Monday, and which one do I need to get done for Friday?  Which one do I need to make happy, and from which one do I beg forgiveness later?  And please, please do not let either of those reports know about all the other things I also need to get done, I need to keep everyone separate, and convince them all that they are my one and only.  I love you all equally dear reports, and can’t wait to spend time with you.  Kiss kiss, and here is $50.

At the end of the weekend, when we were done unpacking, putting the toddler to bed, cleaning, and all the other tasks, Mr. J gave me a high-five “we did it”.  Camping with a toddler involves a lot of planning, organization, and work.  This time of year it is cold at night, and warm during the day, therefore once again I brought almost all her clothes.  I really, really want us to be a camping family, and without practicing, and doing it, we never will be.  The more we do it, the less work it will be to get all the details correct.  We tried to go camping two other times this year, but Mr. J’s work schedule stopped us, but we finally got down to Fernie!  The days were great, Althea had a wonderful time, and we were able to get her naps in the car.  The nights however, were not so easy.  The tent scared her, the wind, the noises, the strangeness.  Around 2 am both nights she was awake and screaming in terror, and clawing at us to be safely held.  At one point she was clamped onto me, trying to sleep with her face pressed tightly, tightly against mine.  In the end she slept tightly clamped to a boob, and we all got a bit of sleep, plus she was warm pressed up against me and under a sleeping bag.  I did have thoughts around 3 am both nights that we should pack up and go home, but then morning came, coffee was made, and Althea was back out and playing with the doggies, and wandering around happily.

I got to go for a bike ride in these beautiful woods, among the giant cedars and it was wonderful.  I feel so much better, so not stressed and grumpy, not so worn down, so much more me.  I should have worked all weekend, as now I’m in major trouble at work with meetings/deadlines/ship dates/ etc. etc. but at least I got a chance to see the giant cedar trees of Fernie once again, and it won’t be the last.  We’ll be out again next year, and we’ll practice our camping until we have it down pat.