I hope everyone who celebrates Easter had a wonderful one. Now is what I consider to be the end of the chocolate season. It starts with Halloween candy and progresses through the chocolate covered bells of the holidays to fancy Valentine’s Day chocolates (that include a map in case you don’t like the coconut ones) and ends with the chocolate covered marshmallow eggs of Easter. Hopefully I can now ease off on the seasonal M&Ms as well.
I’ve been working steadily on my Ombre Gems Quiltalong blocks, but I’m not caught up yet, and it’s only the beginning of week three. Hey, I have a life here, as much as I’d rather not. There are work obligations to be attended to at my real job. There are home obligations involving housekeeping that must be continually ignored, or at the very least put off. Then there’s grocery shopping and cooking (which is how I refer to heating frozen food and/or calling pizza delivery). Finally we get to my beloved longarm practice, which is how I would prefer to spend 100% of my time, but alas I cannot afford to quit the dayjob until I’m at least 62. I prefer to have insurance I wouldn’t have to pony up for entirely on my own. If I perfect my longarm skills and can actually get by on them prior to retirement, well all the better! I just need more hours in the day. So why am I wasting time piecing anything? Because I still love to sew. As well as knit. Or do needlepoint. Crafty things, kids. I love crafty things that don’t generally involve cooking or anything remotely resembling housework.
Speaking of worklife, you should always try to keep in mind that spellcheck won’t catch it if you accidentally swap the g in “regards” for a t. They’re quite close on the keyboard, in my defense! Yes, I did that in closing an email with Best regards, and you don’t want to make that mistake. If you do, someone from the list of 57 people you sent that email to might phone you to ask if you were calling anyone inappropriate names deliberately, making you giggle hysterically and immediately send out a correction before it got to HR.
Do you see how adorable this face is? Not the white cat, although he was a wonderful kitty, but the sleeping boy. That little boy will turn 22 this week. I don’t really mind the passing of the years and rarely complain about how old I’m getting. Until one of my two children has a birthday, and then I feel just a bit sad that the years are passing too quickly. That same young man took me to movies yesterday evening to see Ready Player One. It was wonderful, and yes I have read the book. I’ve been a gamer since Pong debuted when I was nine years old and gamer wasn’t even a term yet. My son and I have played lots of games throughout the years, so this was a fun movie to see. It’s jam-packed with 80’s pop culture and music. There were lots of references that Blake just wouldn’t get because he’s too young, but we plan to re-watch it on video when it comes out to explain the references we grunted during the film, but couldn’t really say anything.