It’s been a hard week around here. First, I was chastised for treating my customer “too informally”. I don’t even know what that means. Then I tried to got some things done at work, and was put in my place again, because I guess I was trying too hard and overreached my authority. Or at least that’s how I felt after the email traffic that was going back and forth, copied to everyone and their brother and their brother’s boss. And then, I spent all yesterday morning in a meeting which had nothing to do with me, but which I was required to attend. And on top of all of that, last night was sparring night at karate, so I am now officially mentally and physically beat up. At lunch I saw a bumper sticker that said “sometimes I wish I were a missing person”, and I completely understood the sentiment. I don’t want to be missing so that my family and friends worry about me, and call in the police, FBI, and hound dogs. I just want the people at work to recognize that I really do know what I’m talking about, and realize that things don’t get done when I’m not around. I know that sounds as if I think really highly of myself, but I don’t think it’s such a bad thing to hope to be appreciated for one’s work. Anyway, I’ve made plans to go missing over the holidays, we’ll see how much work gets done then. That’ll fix their little red wagons…..
I wanted to get a manger scene this year, but nothing fancy because I wanted the boys to be able to handle the pieces without anything breaking. Of course, I couldn’t find anything like that in the stores, but I remembered that several years ago I had started to make one, and I could just finish it. I did actually find all of the fabric, etc, but I can’t find the pattern to save my life. All that I had finished were a mama sheep and lamb, and Mary. And now the mama sheep is missing because the boys were throwing her at each other. (For all I know, she’s in the backyard in several pieces, along with all of the missing socks, and something that used to be a rug. I think.) I searched all over for the pattern. I distinctly remember moving the fabric and Mary out of one box and into another, but what happened to the pattern is a mystery. Sort of like that missing quilt pattern. I’m sensing a trend here. Suspicious. At any rate, I gave up on finding that pattern (which is usually a sure indication that I will find it in some totally obvious place), and found another online with people and animals made with pipe cleaners and yarn (heaven knows I have plenty of each), so I’m going to attempt that this weekend, and maybe it will be done in time to set it up before Christmas is actually over.
Meanwhile, I got everything that needed to be shipped delivered to the Post Office on Wednesday, and only a few more little things that I’d like to pick up at the store. I might actually get everything done in time for Santa this year, and that would be a Christmas miracle indeed!