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Tuesday, November 13, 2018

One Small Thing Part 1

I'm planning to write two blog posts about how a small thing can impact your entire day, one in a positive way and the other in a negative way. I'll also add that I believe attitude can change mood either for the better or the worse and will admit readily that I shouldn't allow one small thing to skew my day wrong. However, that is what happened. I'm going to talk about the negative thing and on Thursday, we'll swing positive.

I start my day job extremely early in the morning. Early enough that I can pretty much have my pick of parking on my preferred floor. I've been parking in the same spot over and over since December of 2017 and I've come to think of it as my spot.

Sadly, when I arrived for work Monday morning, someone was parked there already. I parked next to the car, but it threw my day off and left me irritated. I know, right? What a stupid thing to get irritated over! I totally get it.

My irritation only grew when the car hadn't been moved the next day. I work at Tech Ops near the airport. People are not supposed to park in the ramp when they fly, but they do anyway. That's likely what this person did. On day 2 of my irritation, I decided that it wouldn't bother me that much if he'd arrived earlier than me and gotten it fair and square, but to park there while flying when that is against company policy? Totally aggravated me.

Now the question is how many days will he be parked in my spot while on vacation? I'm hoping not very long, but I will try to work on my attitude in the meantime.

Thursday, November 08, 2018

Off the Charts

I am a very new knitter. I don't know how long I get to say that because it's been a year and a half, but because of having such a limited time to knit, I haven't completed that many projects yet. I feel like a novice.

One skill I have yet to master is reading a chart inside a pattern. I'm totally written instructions all the way.

And then I hit section 11 of a 12 part pattern.

I thought it would be cables that tripped me up because I'd never knitted those before, but that wasn't what did it. It was the written instructions for the wrong side rows. It basically said to knit the knitted stitches as it faced you and purl the purls.

If the yarn were thicker, maybe this wouldn't have been such a challenge, but the yarn is fine fingering weight. Fiber people know this is thin. And I had a hard time seeing which stitch was which. And I messed up pretty much every wrong side row. Finally, at row 6, I was like this is going to look horrible if I don't get it right. I ripped back all my knitting to the beginning of section 11 and then I started looking at tutorials on how to read charts.

The video tutorial helped a little bit, but I didn't grasp it until I found some excellent written instructions. When I started the section over again, I was able to nail the wrong side rows by reading the chart! Go me!

But I'm struggling to read the right side rows with the repeats. What I'm doing now is knitting the right side from the written instructions and the wrong side from the charts. Next up: Learn to read the right side of a chart with a repeat section.

Tuesday, November 06, 2018

Halloween Hiding

On Halloween, I usually hide with the lights out and evade trick-or-treaters. My dad lives with me now, though, so I asked him a couple of weeks ago if he was going to hand out candy or hide. He said hide!

This surprised the hell out of me because my parents always handed out candy no matter what and chastised me for hiding with the lights out.

I reminded him that it meant no lights for the entire evening and asked him if he was sure. He said he was.

The night before Halloween--late--he says, maybe we should have bought candy. Since I had no plans to stop to buy candy on my way home from work the following day, I was like, oh, well. To say he was not equipped to deal with hiding out is understating things.

It started out okay. He was making dinner when I got home from work so we could eat early and wouldn't have lights on. Good. That was the last easy moment he had with Halloween hiding.

The highlight, though, was at 7:30. He said, it's dark now, the kids won't come anymore. We can turn on the lights. Um, no. Seriously. Kids trick-or-treat until 9:30 at night. He should know this after handing candy out for so many years. He argued with me briefly, but the lights stayed off.

Twenty minutes later, he wanted to turn the lights on again. Sigh.

My guess is that next year he'll be passing out candy because hiding in the dark seemed to be stressful for him. I don't get that. Stressful is answering the door, but then I'm very introverted and he's an extrovert.

Thursday, November 01, 2018

The Dress Shirt Saga

My dad hasn't attended many dress up occasions since moving to Georgia, but with one looming on the horizon, he discovered he couldn't button the necks on his existing dress shirts. He'd need to buy a new one.

We went to a store's website and I found him exactly what he wanted--a short-sleeved, button-down shirt in white. It was $29.99 and he was all like I've never spent that much money for a shirt. And so he wouldn't buy it. We found another shirt that was on clearance for $17.77 and he decided he wanted that one.

Only when it arrives, they sent a long-sleeve version (which we definitely didn't order. I double checked) and it had no collar at all. In our defense, it was impossible to see that on the website and I only saw that was indeed what we ordered when I blew the picture up to a huge size.

Now we have to make a trip up to the store to return it and my dad has to pick out a shirt he likes in person. While I'm on a tight deadline. Awesome.

I left him in the men's department and went to grab a couple of other things I needed while we were there. When I come back, he's complaining that they have no button-down shirts in his size in either long sleeve or short sleeve and now we have to go to another store. Gah! But as we're headed for the registers, I spot a rack of button-down long sleeve dress shirts and all was right in the world.

And then I washed the shirt for him.

It came out of the dryer wrinkled even though it was immediately taken out and hung up. It's cotton. Cotton wrinkles. Now it needs to be ironed.

The good thing is that my mom stopped ironing my dad's shirts when I was in high school and he had to learn to iron his own then. Thank you, Mom! The bad news is that he hasn't had to iron a shirt since he moved to Atlanta and now he's asking me questions. I'm like, I don't buy clothes that need to be ironed. Don't ask me. For real. I've put shirts back that I love because I will not iron.

He's just lucky I own an iron. And the only reason I do is that I bought curtains for my house and needed to iron them before I could put them up. Otherwise we'd be shopping for an iron now, too. I hope we can find the iron because we've moved since I bought it and I can only guess that it's upstairs. Somewhere.