Inspired by MACrochet on ETSY

Orange, black and white may make for an interesting choice of layette for a new baby, IF, said new baby was not born in the Bay Area, and didn't have San Francisco Giants fans who loved him.



I thought long and hard about what to do with these colors, that could work up pretty fast because I had a deadline, and that wouldn't be too overwhelming and too Halloween-ish. Then I spied a blanket worked up by MACrochet on ETSY and decided to go with it. I changed a few things such as border and color placement, while keeping the integrity of the fun Maze pattern. It was a hit.

We're In!

Never has a smile been so bright

I managed to do the unthinkable: I pulled one over on the girl. She had her suspicions, and there were times when I felt cornered, but I held on to my little secret; even with my car literally packed to the max, I held out. I'm glad I did. Do you see the sheer joy radiating off her face? That kind of excitement could only come at the end of a complete surprise.


She wasted no time spreading out a few of her favorite things. She immediately recognized the new found freedom of having her own personal space again, to do in whatever she wants, when she wants. She jumped up and down, and was completely wrapped up in the moment of "cool" and the idea of "no more rules". It is true, this here is a totally different place.

We settled in on our air mattress, snuggled in the comfort of each other, and the comfort in knowing that the storm that was, is now over.

Now, on to the storm of moving boxes and delivery trucks, at once!

I Think It's Safe to be Excited

There have been all kinds of processes - progressive processes, but processes nonetheless, but I think it's finally safe. According to yesterday's meeting with management, Operation Nyumbani commences in 3 days! The sun is finally breaking through the clouds. No more shared living of the forced kind. I swear, I'm gonna feel just like Amy Merrick! There is truly nothing like having your very own space. As the assurance sinks in, I am going to try not to allow myself to become too overwhelmed by the details. As much of a joy this move is for Emma and I, let's be real, we all know that moving is hardly ever a joy. To my benefit, my storage space is small, and there aren't that many heavy pieces, but the particulars are still gonna be tiresome. I'm ready! And thanks to this holiday weekend, I just may be able to pull off my "surprise" without much difficulty. Stay tuned...

Up Close and Personal

I went and did it. And now my brain is literally laid across my backseat, wrapped in a neat package, waiting to be viewed by my doctor. It was an interesting experience, being stuffed into that narrow tube, with the song of machinery ringing through my earplugs. A necessary experience. One that will bring me some kind of peace within the next 9 days. I'm sure there isn't anything in there that shouldn't be, nothing out of the ordinary churning in my matter. I just need to be sure. Sometimes, it just isn't enough for a doctor to tell you that you're fine without a proper assessment. Sometimes, you just have to take the extra steps to make sure. I feel a little less stressed now that I've done that.

On to the fun stuff.

Grounded

Kinda hard to believe that I've been working in my office for four months already. Equally hard to believe how well I've been received. Not that I was expecting to not be well received, I just thought there would be more of a breaking in period, but I guess, when you arrive to work early each work day, and you are willing to stay late and work as many extra days as they have to offer, you have a greater chance of becoming a favorite. These days, especially because we are all hustling to get what we can find, and keep what we've managed to get, there aren't many who can say that they enjoy what they are currently doing. For now, I can honestly say that I do. What's not to enjoy? I was fortunately enough to land in a Village, where the people are for the people. The stress is minimal (for now), I am learning new things, and being rooted in this setting sure did help me in my apartment search.

I'm looking forward to seeing what all I can take from this place and its people in the next 11 months, and I am eager to reinvest all that I learn into a company that has invested in me.

Creative Thinking

What helps to pass a slow day along? Losing yourself in beautiful home decor and cool storage solutions. I've been all about it lately. I spent a couple of hours in Barnes and Noble's magazine section last week. I picked up a couple of mags that have some great inspiration. And today's San Francisco Chronicle featured the familiar designs of Aphrochic. I remember seeing beautiful Aphrochic pillows featured on My Brown Baby.

Currently on the brain: color, space, organization, peace, comfort, vanity, pillows, bins and baskets, flowers, container gardens, command strips, casters, labels, and journaling.

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Self Preservation: Preventative Measures

So, is preventing a patient from voicing all of her health concerns a part of preventive medical care? I've sat in the office with my grandmother while her doctor frequently interrupted her, hurrying her to state her case so that she could quickly treat and move on down the assembly line. I've heard others talk about how they've not been listened to, but rather handed the first explanation/diagnosis/line of treatment that "sounded" like it fit the symptoms. I sat in my own doctor's office last week and received the same treatment from a stand-in doc (my doctor took a spontaneous leave of absence). One would think that if you're sitting before a patient, at a follow up visit, and the only background knowledge you have is in the chart on your lap, you'd shut the hell up and let the patient tell you why the both of you are there. Its more than a little frustrating when you have real medical concerns, and you are being rushed along by your caregiver because of overbooking.

My regular doctor doesn't really think that my splitting headaches are migraines, and kind of thinks that I shouldn't really be that concerned about the fact that they always occur on the left side of my head, and my eye exam yielded some weird findings in my left eye that couldn't determine the cause of my headaches. My chart revealed the beginnings of an order for an MRI. The regular didn't even submit the request before she left! Luckily I didn't have to present a thesis to the stand-in to get her to push it through. If these really aren't migraines (which the stand-in said they most likely are) I'd kinda like to know if I'm at risk for a frickin' aneurysm or something. You never know. My grandmother wasn't expecting to learn that she had a tumor behind her left eye, let's hope there isn't anything hiding behind mine.