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Freelance Freedom #119

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Yesterday i…

  • made 2 sets of pjs/lounging around/relax type micro fleece (uber soft!) snuggly type things in strange colour patterns:)
  • gold (gold gold GOLD lame type) quilt with super fringers converted to fabulous pants. mardi gras meets astronaut meets hippy. spiffy!
  • super soft fleecy pjs for hrh ms 8, with love hearts and snuggly love sewn in. with her assistance, it only took twice as long:)
  • tidied up sewing zone/dining area/rpg zone (thanks susan and nejster for the assistance there!) epic job finally done:)
  • organised thai food for gaming teens, extra peeps, dad, kidlets, and not for dogs (despite pleadings)
  • got up at 430am, 530am, 630am, and 730am to let our two extra dogs, my brother’s german shorthaired pointers, out to play in huge backyard, ooo, too cold, let us back in! so much for sleep in day;)
  • planned autumn panel for collaborative 4 seasons quilt, planned back for master 6′s nearly finished quilt, planned ms 8′s to be started this week please mummy quilt, and sorted materials for dad’s quilt.
  • did several round of eye drops for dad’s post cataract op eye.
  • affection rounds for four dogs, several offspring
  • read half of book on secret societies. giggled a lot, followed up with a couple of philosophy podcasts.
  • load of washing.
  • planned next merp (rpg) round out. no balrogs, probably. well, possibly;)
  • started diagnosing a friend’s grumpy laptop problems.
  • washed my hair. long hair stays damp for ages!
  • planned some changes to layout for work web site.
  • ate twice. yay me, i remembered!

there, my laziest day in ages captured.

for all those who say i don’t blog about anything personal, well, sometimes you have to read between the lines, sometimes, it is as not interesting as many of you will find the list above.

but this is a day of quality, warm friendships, family, creativity, and healing. the jokes about my fashion choices (and lack of concern in same area), our insanely differing styles of creativity with strangely colluding taste in fabric, the laughter and delight we find in these times.

i don’t mention the support and care i get when my evilback(tm) plays up, the conversations about the whichness of why, the joy found in being with people who know me so well, and are always, ALWAYS there. that stuff is implicit, and i am grateful it is so.

now, that is it. tea is being sought,  kidlets to drag grumpy sleepy warm out of bed, and shower/work readiness to move on with:)

journey well through your timezones, gentle reader:)

Being me…

“A man does not insist on physical beauty in a woman who builds up his morale. After a while he realizes that she is beautiful – he just hadn’t noticed it at first.”

“Darling, a true lady takes off her dignity with her clothes and does her whorish best. At other times you can be as modest and dignified as your persona requires.”

- From the Notebooks of Lazarus Long, Robert Heinlein

So, this week I am…

Not posting to socnets per se, I am living with Delicious, but far more importantly, the newly social google reader. Loving it so far!

This will do…

…developing my own wordpress theme for this site, but I am a tad busy developing themes for clients! So, my poor neglected site will have to deal with this nice but hopefully very temporary look.

For my American friends…

This morning I was awoken by my alarm clock powered by electricity generated by the public power monopoly regulated by the U.S. Department of Energy.

I then took a shower in the clean water provided by a municipal water utility.

After that, I turned on the TV to one of the FCC-regulated channels to see what the National Weather Service of the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration determined the weather was going to be like, using satellites designed, built, and launched by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration.

I watched this while eating my breakfast of U.S. Department of Agriculture-inspected food and taking the drugs which have been determined as safe by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration.

At the appropriate time, as regulated by the U.S. Congress and kept accurate by the National Institute of Standards and Technology and the U.S. Naval Observatory, I get into my National Highway Traffic Safety Administration-approved automobile and set out to work on the roads build by the local, state, and federal Departments of Transportation, possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the Environmental Protection Agency, using legal tender issued by the Federal Reserve Bank.

On the way out the door I deposit any mail I have to be sent out via the U.S. Postal Service and drop the kids off at the public school.

After spending another day not being maimed or killed at work thanks to the workplace regulations imposed by the Department of Labor and the Occupational Safety and Health administration, enjoying another two meals which again do not kill me because of the USDA, I drive my NHTSA car back home on the DOT roads, to my house which has not burned down in my absence because of the state and local building codes and Fire Marshal’s inspection, and which has not been plundered of all its valuables thanks to the local police department.

And then I log on to the internet — which was developed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Administration — and post on Freerepublic.com and Fox News forums about how SOCIALISM in medicine is BAD because the government can’t do anything right.