Chickenminnie’s Weblog

I love three day weekends; there’s something blissful about the gift of an extra day at home and I appreciate each and every one of them. There is a little accompanying paralysis however, because I feel as if I must do something important and not fritter the day away, so this weekend was spent doing a little personal organizing. That means I tackle one of my mini disaster areas and make some attempt to deal with whatever it includes. The disaster area of the weekend is my dining room table.

We rarely eat at the dining room table preferring instead the living room (yes, I know) or the island in the kitchen. This means that the dining room table becomes a repository for things that are in transition…the sewing machine on its way to the repairman, a lampshade my daughter wants re-covered, a defunct paperwhite which needs to go to the compost pile, a package that needs to be mailed and a pile of next semester’s textbooks.

This should not be a big deal, but the stuff ended up on the table because I didn’t want to have to deal with it at the time, so dealing with it now requires some sort of monumental psychic force. I can hear my daughter’s mantra now…don’t put it down, put it away. This is the same person whose only discernible disaster area is the trunk of her car. She’s getting the damned lampshade back.

My daughter wanted me to make a slipcover for a loveseat she really likes, but I don’t have time to make my own slipcovers let alone someone else’s. I suggested she give it a try herself, thinking I would be off the hook. Wrong! She decided to undertake the project herself and I have posted the stunning results here. It took several weekends and a little swearing (mine) but with my guidance and her tenaciousness she managed to get through the whole process. Maybe now I can get her to make a slipcover for me!

I have a blog! After months of thinking about it and wishing I had a better mechanism with which to keep in touch with all my friends I finally did it. Thank you Ryan for being the catalyst for all of this.

It’s Sunday and I am enjoying the fact that I have no homework. I’m between semesters (and between colleges, actually) but in a couple of weeks I will be starting my first semester at Sage Albany. I was attending Empire State College and it was great for knocking out my gen-ed requirements, but now that I am in the more complex classes dealing with my major (Computer Network and System Administration) I realized that I need to be in a classroom. The Database Management Systems class I took last semester on line almost killed me; the professor was a real zero and did not get our submissions back in a timely manner. The semester project was cumulative, so it drove me nuts to have to wait for corrections…especially since I work ahead in online classes as much as possible.