...the absent-minded ramblings of a sometime diva, hyperactive yarn ya-ya.

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Name: Cyndilou :)
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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Can you hear me now?

Yes, yes, it is time for me to stop putting off the formal announcement of my new digs... After all, they are not all that far away.

So - if you subscribe to this blog via a feed reader or have it bookmarked, please redirect yourself to the new location: Carpe Lux!

You'll notice from time to time an older post from the transition period going live as I mark them public, and eventually I hope to get the archives over here easily accessible in the Wordpress format. For whatever reason, I haven't been successful in importing them. I decided after all this time with Blogger that it was no longer meeting my needs as a publishing tool (no offense, Google/Blogger - but unless I want to code a whole lot of things by hand, Wordpress is just easier) so I finally made the switch. Feel free to leave comments, suggestions and whatnot at the new site!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Not dead yet...

To those friends and followers - yes, I am still blogging. Not here, though - and not nearly often enough.

Life, as it has a tendency to do, has definitely gotten in the way of my writing regular posts, AND I still haven't made my new blog public as I intended to do a couple months ago.

So, for those of you still reading - my abject apologies on my severe tardiness of updates. I am still tweeting madly, of course (social media is addicting, apparently), and I will have the new blog visible to all by the end of the week - come heck or high water. If I don't get it done while on vacation, it'll end up waiting a long, sad time. :D

I suppose that makes this my New Year's resolution... Heh.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Things that make you go hm

You know, even if it is a sports team...why? -- Cynthia

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Of shoes and ships and sealing wax...

...and whether pigs have wings.

So, fine - there are a couple lines left out of that quote. I just happen to like those two lines. :D

I've been horribly behind in blogging here, mainly because I've been totally caught up in microblogging over on Twitter. After all, when you can say it in little spurts from your cell phone, whenever you want, you don't have to remember it all for one big post later.

It's not just about the tweets, however. Life has been a bit crazy - mainly due to work stuff. The job has kept me hopping for long hours, which means I've put off housework. When I get around to doing that, I put off "computer chores". Hopefully over the next couple weeks things will stabilize, but rehearsals just started for the Christmas concert for TCC, so no telling. (This is going to be one awesome concert, BTW. Just sayin'.)

In the meantime, I need to get my to-do's together -- perhaps posting a list here will remind me of what I have planned. Originally I was going to take next week as a vacation, and perhaps get a few of these knocked out as well. (Well, I usually try to take a week off at my birthday, ya know.) Plans changed, naturally, but perhaps I can still get myself organized. So here goes:

  • Finish new blog template and move the posting over there
  • Finally unpack the rest of my books
  • Organize studio
  • Set up loom/sewing table
  • Sort those boxes of to-be-filed or to-be-shredded once and for all
  • Empty out storage unit
  • Sell or donate old desk, dresser and coffee table
  • Finish knitting sweater for JJ
  • Finish table runner for dining room
  • Get curtains!
  • Install the digital thermostat
  • Have ceiling fan installed in bedroom
  • Get a pedicure, for goodness sake

Egads, as I think of it, more and more things keep adding themselves to this list. Those are some of the big hitters, though.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Remembering Grandma

It's funny how you never really think that someone will ever leave this earthly coil. You may or may not be particularly close to them, but when they die, it still hits you somewhere below the solar plexus. God reminds us of our own mortality that way.

My grandmother was not necessarily my favorite person, I guess. She wasn't the sort to make you cookies and milk every day. She was more of a realist - if you fell she'd point out what silly thing you were doing that caused you to fall rather than scoop you up to kiss away the hurts. Still, she was a character I remember from my childhood. We'd go visit her when we could - not every summer or holiday, but pretty close to every year or at least every other year we'd see her for a few days. I remember her eclectic taste in decorating, and the wild gifts she'd give on occasion. Many of the gifts were borne of a need to give something, even when she didn't have a lot of money - some of those I still have, like a very cool costume jewelry necklace from the 40s, which at the time I was entirely certain was a joke. She'd tell us interesting stories from her childhood - but more often we were out playing in the yard with the cousins while she had a beer and talked with the adults.

I think in many ways she is that fireball from southern movies - the one who you both aren't quite sure you want to be related to and yet can't imagine living without. The one you get jealous of other people for having stories about. Stories you wish you could tell, and some of which you can but some of which you embellish just to make them seem more real. Maybe we do that to all of our memories - romanticize a bit, fantasize a bit, keep the good bits and let the bad ones fade out.

Anyway, regardless of the times I was exasperated with my grandmother, I do love her, and I will miss her. I am glad that she is no longer in pain - suffering for the sake of prolonging life is no way to live, and apparently she felt the same. Rest in peace, Grandma, and go with God.

I need new clothes

Losing weight isn't a bad thing, but I hate it when one of my favorite things doesn't fit any more. You start that battle of "how long can I wear this and pretend it still looks good on me before I have to give it up" game, realizing that you could, in fact, just go out and find a new favorite as easily.

...and before some of you harp on me about getting things altered, I've thought about it. I don't sew well, however, and the services of a professional seamstress/tailor would run as much or more than just buying a new shirt or outfit occasionally. Besides, my seamstress won't tailor jeans - and that clunky 'take in a chunk in the back with a quick seam at the waistband' that used to work when you were young doesn't look so hot as an adult.