31 October 2007
Well, even with EEO policies, she'd probably have to do something about that green skin -- turns out those tanning bed shops you see in every strip mall do wonders on green skin. Also, she'd need a sleek new wardrobe -- no more tatty robes or striped stockings. And the hat and wild hair would have to go. Trade in the broom stick for a carpool, and voila! The Corporate Witch!
Corporate Executive Witch
Toyle & Truble and Associates
24 October 2007
Thanks to Christine, for the inspiration for this post!
Huge Log Cabin blocks go together fast, but also get left alone quite a bit, so not lots of progress there, but I should still be able to present it by the holidays (assuming I can find a longarm quilter who’s available—hmmm, better start making some phone calls).
After work on Monday, I joined some of the office folks for drinks and dinner, both at a couple of very fine places, including the Langham Boston Hotel which used to be the Federal Reserve Bank, built in 1922 . Very posh.
Over five hours, the longest conversation that didn’t have to do with work was a four minute discourse about cats. It was as if these folks didn’t realize it was Monday and that we’d be right back at the office the next day.
And my airplane karma seems to have come to an end. My boss and sponsor of my Boston trip (being a jewel-encrusted-frequent-first-class-flier herself) had given me a free upgrade coupon before we left Seattle. Since I had already checked in for the outbound flight, when she gave it to me, I called the airline and requested the upgrade for the return trip. No sweat, they told me, there’s availability and you’re in. Just bring that coupon with you. But this morning while I was packing, I called to double check and they said no, the first class section on this flight has been booked since the beginning of time, and my name wasn’t on the guest list. I had held out a little hope that the woman on the phone had made a mistake or that the middle-aged man in the grey suit would be caught in traffic and miss the flight. But alas, I’m writing this among the hoi polloi in coach. I guess that’s really why I got the first class upgrade on Saturday—they just never bothered to collect the coupon.
We walked and walked and walked on Sunday. Beautiful weather again, we headed into Boston again for historic sightseeing, shopping and eating. We started off with a stop in Cambridge to visit America’s oldest university, Harvard. I had hoped to feel smarter just by walking around, but it didn’t work. We then headed over to the Head of the Charles Regatta to watch the lean rowers zip through the water.
Head of the Charles Regatta....
Then into Boston where we walked through Boston Common and Boston Public Garden before reaching the beginning of the Freedom Trail, an interpretive trail that highlights the historic points of Boston. For about $30, you can have a guy in a three-cornered hat, coattails and buckle shoes guide you (and 40 of your closest friends) while he plays his tin whistle and yells “Oy-yay, oy-yay, oy-yay!” We skipped that but we saw Nathaniel Hall, Boston’s Civil War Memorial, Paul Revere’s house, Old South Church (where Benjamin Franklin was baptized. We also saw the Old North Church (say it with me—one if by land, and two if by sea…). There are statues of dead patriots everywhere you turn, as well as two graveyards full of the dead patriots themselves. On our way to dinner, we passed the harbor, site of the Boston Tea Party.
The famous steeple of the Old North Church....
Karen and I (with a pair of swans) at Boston Public Garden...
When we weren’t walking, we were eating. Crepes for breakfast, tea and scones around noon, tapas to die for around three, and dinner at a fabulous Italian restaurant in North End at six. We dined with Karen’s boyfriend Mike, who is a fanatical and superstitious Red Sox fan (this is not an exceptional distinction in Boston, mind you), and who insisted on getting back to his apartment to watch the game from a certain spot on the couch, while wearing the same clothes he wore the previous day, which included a specific sock that bore red magic marker meant to emulate Curt Schilling’s blood. To quote Crash Davis in Bull Durham, you never fuck with a winning streak.
sangria and tapas for lunch!
She drove us back to her place in Somerville so I could freshen up before we headed out for dinner. We ate at an Indian restaurant in Davis Square, the quaint, casual commercial area near Karen’s place. It was warm and there was excitement in the air—the Boston Red Sox were about to start playing Game 6 of the ALCS at Fenway Park. I happened to be wearing a red shirt and felt rather in the spirit myself. After dinner, we headed into Boston for a wander and a beer at Union Oyster House (est. 1826). We watched the end of the game there and then called it a night.
22 October 2007
I checked into my flight online about 23 hours and 57 minutes before my flight was scheduled to depart. Printed my boarding pass and considered myself good to go.
Next morning, Eric drove me to the airport and I checked my bag. The woman at the ticket counter gave me a new boarding pass, but it was so darn early, I didn’t think anything of it except to check the gate number. Passed through security, found coffee, found a bagel, and parked it on a bench at the gate. I was waiting patiently to board the plane – after the super-elite-platinum-jewel-encrusted-frequent-fliers – and to double check my assigned coach-class row (which I thought was either 12 or 17), only to look – really look – at my newly issued boarding pass and to find that it read “Seat 1C”. Wait. Isn’t that first class?
Perplexed, I walked over to the podium, pointed at my seat assignment and mumbled something about having a new boarding pass, and the gate attendant said "oh! you're in first class -- right this way!". Once seated, I hesitated to buckle my seatbelt, convinced that there had been a mistake and that a man in a grey suit with greying temples was going to approach me and inform me that I was sitting in his seat. When they closed the door, I knew I was stuck. I had a choice of breakfast entrées (I had the Quiche Lorraine), and a flight attendant asking me she could get me a beverage upon takeoff. I blinked at her and quietly said “orange juice?” Seated in the very first row, I had a good view of the galley, and all of the alcohol that was served to the other first class folks – good lord, those people drank a lot, given that it was 9am!
The plane taxied out to the tarmac, and sat for a bit before the captain came over the PA system and informed us that a light had come on in the cockpit that shouldn’t be on, and that they had to get it checked out before we could take off. The passengers groaned collectively while I wondered why they couldn’t just put a piece of electrical tape over the light like the rest of us do in our cars. In the end, we left Seattle over an hour late, but arrived in Boston only 20 minutes behind schedule.
18 October 2007
14 October 2007
And now, introducing.... Eric's WIP! He's building a headboard for our bed...
Finn let his good buddy Micky have a shot at the tennis ball too...
I just love this pic -- "hi mom!"
09 October 2007
07 October 2007
06 October 2007
05 October 2007
Exams and vitals showed that he was certainly uncomfortable, and showing signs of nausea (good thing the vet knows what dog nausea looks like), but otherwise healthy, so the leading candidate was a GI tract obstruction. So off to the x-ray room he went. The images revealed that he hadn't swallowed anything that'd be detectable on an x-ray, and that he had a lot of air in his intestine, which the vet told us, indicates that he may have ingested something small and long, like string, dental floss, etc. which causes the intestine to bunch up and get air pockets. We can't think of where he got ahold of anything like that, but we can't say that it couldn't happen. Anyway, for now we're in wait-and-see mode, serving the dog a bland diet and seeing if there's any recurrence of the vomiting/discomfort. He's kept everything down so far today, he certainly has an appetite, and he's as playful as ever.
If I hadn't been handing over the Visa card at 2:30 this morning, I wouldn't have believed there was anything wrong. Silly dog.
04 October 2007
As if I didn’t have enough crafts getting geared up now that the sun spends less and less time in the sky (and more and more behind the clouds), I intend to use Socktoberfest to start my very first knitted sock! Enough with the scarves, washcloths, and hats…. it’s time to attempt… A SOCK! (insert triumphant fanfare here).
Fortunately for me, Knitmoka has agreed to help me get started (and hopefully around the dreaded heel). She's set me off with a shopping list and a pattern is en route. Wish me luck!
01 October 2007
But I will tell you about my WIPs, nonetheless!
I am still collecting wine bottle labels for my cork board project. This has lead to a plethora of wino jokes at work, since I've been getting most of the bottles at work. I have a couple of folks who bring me their bottles, then I take them home and remove all the labels (even the backside ones that I won't be using), bring them back to the office and deposit the naked bottles with a co-worker who makes wine and reuses the bottles. I get the labels, and he gets the clean bottles.
I have been pouring over the latest edition of Quilting Arts Magazine making notes on all of the beautiful embellishments in preparation for my first art quilt. I am actually jittery with excitement for this project!
I am still plugging along on my homemade present for Lisa -- it got stalled a little while the family was in town, but I showed it to them, and they loved it's nerdiness!
There's nothing like the changing autumn colors to get the creative self going. I think the brisk autumn winds have something to do with it too. Now if I could just knit up some more time...