Oh honestly, did anyone fall for that?? Actually, I do promise that by this weekend, God and the UPS Man Willing, there will be knitting content. Books and pictures of things and all that crap. Really.
Meanwhile, I'm stewing on new non-yarny projects, wrestling tigers (actually, engineers and lawyers, and they're not even slightly hot) at work, and counting down to the end of the year.
The thing about having grown kids and no grandkids on the horizon is that Christmas changes shape, and NOT in a bad way. It becomes Mellow, instead of stressed and crazy. Have yourself a mellow little let's cook fun things and then go shopping at the Boxing Day Sales kind of holiday. I know what I'm getting my kids, and it will be whimsical and useful and one rather small box. (Girl reads this, but she's also scarily intuitive and shares my brainwaves so she'll figure it out just from that.)
Me, I want a good bread machine. They can team up on it. A Zojirushi machine, and since Girl likes her bread perfectly sliced, one of those slicer stands so I can make nice even slices.
Or a juicer. I could get into juicing things.
Or a Bigass Kitchen Aid Mixer - I've only coveted one for about ten years.
Can you tell I'm really into kitchen stuff this year?
I thought I wanted a Hoover Floor Mate until my co-worker said it was such a pain in the ass she reverted to her Swiffer Wet Jet. And she's way more energetic than I am, but also more impatient, so if it pissed her off I might like it a bit more but I'd probably be much more lazy about using it.
Met with landscaper today about redoing Butt Ugly Yard and dead sprinkler system. He was great, very nice, had good, quick, cheap ideas, including a way to rework the pond to make it prettier and more functional. He was also quite tall and goodlooking, but had an off-putting habit of addressing my chest instead of my face. Glad you like the girls but they won't be writing the check so Eyes Up, Mister. But hell, I'm 47, the girls are happy when anyone talks to them now.
He's supposed to fax me a proposal tomorrow, and could start as soon as Thursday. This company does the landscaping for my employer's subdivisions, so I'm family of a sort. I am getting other estimates but so far this guy said all the right things, even if he did say them to my boobs.
Lunch yesterday with Boss, the Replacement Me J, and our old legal assistant L, who is now an executive-type chick at a big development outfit. As Boss says, leaving him is the best career move anyone can make. L's with the big commercial outfit, L2 is a condo paralegal with a posh downtown law firm, I'm platting and planning subdivisions, we've all moved on up. Today L sent me an email, her company is scouting for a paralegal who knows her way around serious development. Hmmmm.... I'll send a resume.
You never know, but honestly, I doubt they'd pay me what this crazy little outfit will pay me, and I am writing my own ticket here. OTOH, I like where I am, but it's an awfully small outfit and we're at the whim of our private family owners. National companies are a bit more...objective. And commercial development is where it's at in this part of the country. Yeah, I'll send a resume, but just to tease the fish.
The Replacement Me, J, is a riot! We get along so well I love her to death, and Boss gets along great with her - every time we get together he says he's convinced we IM each other all day, because she stomps into his office and rants my rants word-for-word. The idiocy is getting to her, and she's busting his balls just like I did: "Where are we going to work next?" I love it! They had us on the floor with the stories of the temps who sat in the chair for the months before J was hired - the felon, the stripper, the stalker....
A Charlie Brown Christmas is coming on!