I wish, in some ways, I could stop starting these as “It’s been an interesting week.” But, as always, it has been.
My sister and I made some headbands for masks for our dear friend who is a nurse at a nursing home. I wanted to share.
We deliberately chose white fabric, so it could be bleached. (That was my sister’s idea. Not mine.) I chose the 4 buttons. Every design I have seen is with 2 buttons, but that doesn’t really do what I wanted, which was to avoid ear chaffing completely, not just the backs. We came up with 2 designs to start. One- just a flat bar with 2 buttons, because there could be a lot of headgear and putting a headband in on top of that wouldn’t do well. Also, for people with shorter hair. Two is about 15 inches, with a 7 inch elastic band, with 2 buttons on each side of the head. That way, the elastic would go above and below the ear, hopefully completely. I’m coming up with a design that goes around a pony tail or bun. We also deliberately picked non-stretchy fabric. Those fall apart or loose their elasticity in harsher detergents; we wanted something a little more durable that could stand up to daily bleaching and washing.
Sighs… I had a massive scare at a local store. I am allergic to cleaners. Severely allergic. Especially to bleach. With our new laws here, go in one door and out another, everyone is forced to walk in a pattern. The store was using a hand pressure washer to spray their carts clean. Indoors and right next to (within a foot) the aisle to exit the building. I barely made it outside without hacking my brains out. Every other store around here has been carefully washing with cleaner and paper towels. I have been assured by the store that there is an alternate exit, and they will consider putting up signage for people like me. Woot.
I have been dealing with a personal issue that I can’t seem to let go of. The nastiness of a person who replaced me at a position I was at. I won’t say when or where. VERY judgemental person, who took a lot of things personal because I wouldn’t kiss her feet. As though she is the only person in the world who knows what asbergers is or has had to deal with it. There was a lot more along that line, such as talking down to people like she is the “only person” who has ever taken in other people. As I was training this person, I was trying to let her know there wouldn’t be a lot of assistance with more than half of the position, because it was a system I designed to deal with a massload of inconsistencies and requirements. No one else would know it. She took it solely as me touting my horn. While I am proud of what I designed, she completely missed the point. That she would have no assistance and no one would be able to answer her questions. On top of that, she thinks I am cruel because I recommended that a new employee be let go. For his own sake. He didn’t have enough skills needed to do the job correctly and he felt like such a failure. Every day. It was a critical role for the business, and while he did have some very exceptional skills and was an absolute sweetheart to customers, the rest of his lack of ability crippled the entire facility. I was, apparently, the bad guy, because this new person couldn’t learn the basics of the software he needed to do his position, not didn’t want to- couldn’t, and because I didn’t sit with him all day, every day, I was being mean. I had spoken with this trainee, many times. I felt bad that he did feel like such a failure and I was helpless to stop that from happening. But, again, I am mean for wanting the suffering of all involved to end. No one should feel that way at work and I knew his situation wouldn’t change. Unfortunately, I do believe this nasty replacement person, who knew me for all of 15 hours, total, has had a negative public impact on my life. I’m not sure what I should do about that because I have no desire to sink to her level.
On a happier note, I have started an indoor veggie garden. I have 15 pots of seeds started, two trees, and two new bushes. My greenhouse project from last summer failed abysmally. I also learned that I can, indeed, fix a sewing machine. Said project above was put on hold, and we thought indefinitely, but it turns out, only a couple of hours. I have 5 quilts that have been on hold for years because I never had the money to fix the machine correctly. I may… may… at some point, buy a serger, too. We’ll see. But at the very least, I can get restarted on a beautiful double wedding ring, once spring chores are done.
Even better news, the city where I live will let me have a beehive. They laxed on it, because there are enough people who want to do it. Including my neighbor, whose grandfather taught him beekeeping, the old fashioned way. Happy dance! I have my first hive, that I will be putting together this weekend. Once the land on the top of my hill is cleared out, I will be putting the hive up. JOY!!!
And, I’ve edited a total of 63 pages out of Willow. It’s been a painstaking process, but I am so much happier with the results.