October 15th, 2018

fighting the blah

Generally, when someone politely asks me how I am - particularly someone like a clerk or wait person - I always answer brightly "Excellent!!". Saturday, the checkout lady at Trader Joes responded "wow. I never hear that. Cool." I usually am excellent! Why wouldn't I be? I have the best life, I have had the best life. I have a beautiful home, health and the means to do and have what I want. What's not to be excellent about?

But, today is just a blah day, I think. I didn't really enjoy half of my swim. The second half was a slog. I would usually focus, naturally, on how easy it was to wake up at 4:30 on a Monday and how great it is to have a nice pool to go to - that costs me nothing! And how lucky I am to enjoy even half a mile of swimming. But today is just blah.

My winter comforter was too wintery for last night. I need the in between one. Yes, I have way too many comforter choices. But today I'll swap.

The mystery packages are mostly no longer a mystery. The fabric company decided to send my two fabrics separately but only send one tracking number. Weird but ok. Another one was the box and packaging for sending my current phone to Google for trade in money. Won't be doing that until the new one gets here which may or may not be this week.

The charge for the phone and the two docking stations that I ordered on the same day last week appeared in my credit card review under pending. This means either the charge has hit the card and is being reviewed OR the vendor is just asking approval for a future charge. If the charge moves from pending to charged, then it's the former. If it moves from pending to disappears, it is the latter.

The Google charges all disappeared. Google charges when it ships. So... it has not shipped yet, sigh - which means, likely, it won't get here this week. blah.

No big plans for today but that's not blah, that's just usual. I do need to get unfunked, tho. Guess I'll go figure out how to do that.


OMG!! Festuche has a cousin!! Palaver!!

Years and years ago, a colleague of mine either made up or revived a very little know but exceedingly useful word.


In 2003, I wrote about it here in my journal. I still get comments now and again from IBMers or family members of same because, depending on your Google profile, my name/journal is likely to come up when you google "festuche"

From that entry:

It's pronounced fess-toosch (accent on the second syllable). A festuche is a brohaha or a big deal or a tado. "He forgot to get the approval and pretty soon we had a major festuche." or "She's such a drama queen. She could make any staff meeting into a real festuche."

I'm trying to learn English English via LJ friends and Acorn TV. The slang and idioms common in England always throw me so I often look them up in hopes that I can at least grasp the content.

Today I was reading along when dimity_blue laid a whole new word - not even slang or idiom on me.

Palaver which is basically a festuchie conversation!

I love this so much. So much. I want to have a palaver about it.

buh bye blahs

This day is working out much better than it started. I feel better.

I have two yarn projects going but both are big and heavy and make my arm sore if I work on them for more than 30-45 minutes at a time. I was thinking I needed a small project. Crochet squares always work. But... then, on Instagram this morning I saw a sock pattern for socks that are crocheted and worked from the toe up. Ohhhhhh can I do it? Well, let's see! So started a sock on a crochet hook.

Then I did some sewing - an embellishment idea that I also got from Instagram this morning. It worked out particularly well.

Then the second of my wall coat hooks arrived so I put them up. That was a fucking nightmare. I should have waited until my brother comes in January. I know it isn't hard. I had all the right everything I needed, I just did it wrong - several times. Stuff like that always makes me feel like an idiot and when it's done I don't get enough satisfaction out of having done it to make it worthwhile. When my brother does it, I don't watch and love the result and he did it.

BUT it is done. This replaces what was basically a gynormous pile of coats and jackets and hats and bags with a poll sticking up the pile's butt. And the whole thing sticking out in the hallway. Way much better and that 95% of the time I do not have that light on so it's rather a dark corner and no one can the the flaws I created in the wall.


Now I think I'll wash my hands and get to crocheting.