Tuesday, June 13, 2017

After One Year

So, it's been over a year now, and despite everyone telling us oh you can't do that, and you have to do this, here we are.  The storage unit has attacked me about 3 times, avalanching on me, and I have to face the fact that I need to get in there and cut down my fabric and stuff by 1/2.  Because the apartment we are on the wait list for is about half the size of our last little one bedroom flat.  My plan is to eventually get a larger storage unit and reorganize better so that I can start working again taking doll orders.  The sub-contracting thing is so intermitant some times I get a little bummed out about progress, but at least we have a good sum saved up, enough to get us into the apartment if it comes available.  If not, we keep saving up for the new camper shell, and then get a larger storage unit.

I have finally finished a project I started the month we moved out. I would show it off, but it's a secret until further notice.  I am seriously considering taking orders again if I can sew the entire project by hand.  I just need to get that pile of boxes sorted through and donate the fabric to a lady at the library's project box.  Knowing that the fabric will go to a good use will make it much easier to part with.

 Tama is doing fine.  He likes to run in the park, despite his leash, and has lost the tummy fat he was getting.  I need to find the right cord to hook up the phone to the computer and then see if the upgraded computers at the library will let me upload the photos.





Thursday, May 11, 2017

Wow, Its Been That Long?

Sorry I have been non-communicative lately, but for a while there, we had intermitant library access (upgrades, upgrades to repair the upgrades, city hall deplored the state of the upgrades and hired a new guy, etc. and now we have just had three days of more 'out of service' computers and I kept thinking, when did I last post?

We had more rain, then heat, then rain.  We have been camping up in Azuza Canyon, minding the snake mating season.  It's so quite up there and only a little over an hour drive.  But it gets very cold at night if you don't watch the weather reports and prepare for it.

I have been getting my hand sewing and embroidery skill back in order, just for something to do (and a project that has been off and on since day one of the move out.  But then last week, a friend asked me if I wanted to do something for money, like learn to paint houses (interior so far).  I said hell yeah!  So while the work is intermitant, it got our savings back from the back brake fiasco (it had not been repaired back in 2012 when we thought it was, nothing that rotten could have been anything other than underwater archeaological), and now we have back brakes, new tires we needed, a spare tire, and a new car battery at last.   Yesterday I spend all day replacing the stupid ignition starter relay switch becaus apparently you can get a bad one out of the box, and the truck started trying to start itself, which was admittedly very spooky.  Lots of walking to the Pepboys, ouch.  Tiresome in new shoes I had not broken in yet.

But the handy person business should pick up soon, it goes in spurts and my friend is willing to put up with training me, so quite happy to have the extra to put into saving up for the eventual opening of the apartment wait list option, or the slide in camper option.  Either way, we intend to save up the money now that the truck is in much better shape.

If California does the falling off into the ocean thing one third of the people polled seem to want, (and I wonder what the hell the other 2/3 have to say about anything, since they seem to think 1/3 is enough for seccession) we have determined that Tennesee is as good a place as any to immigrate to.  Lots of people have family there and tell us it is beautiful and low cost compared to California.  It means starting all over again on the wait list, etc, but a friend just moved up to Washington with family to get back into housing and she said it is no worse than in California, just a load of paper work.  Basically, if California secceeds, I want to sue them for the cost of repatritation to my own country, damn it.

We are both in very good health, have a new, saner doctor, and the cat is doing fine.  I just really miss my sewing machine.  *sigh*


Sunday, March 5, 2017

Might Go Missing for a While

Our library is cutting the internet for an "upgrade" for up to three weeks.  That leaves us with the wifi at the laundrymat every 3 days, unless that is overloaded or goes out.  Funny thing is they upgraded last month for 2 weeks.  

Friday, February 24, 2017

ARRRGGHH!!!!

With the cool sunny weather in between storms, I have been trying to organize the storage unit.  As I have mentioned before, I had this plan, this super master plan for how things were to be put into the unit first to last, so that my sewing would be last.   My helper at the time (and thank goodness for the help if not the method of help!) decided not to follow that plan.  I have no idea where most of my doll sewing boxes are burried.  Because the unit is 10 ft high, everything was stacked on top of everything.  And he decided to put everything in boxes in every which way.  (FED EX employee, derp).

Plus, heavy boxes were put on not heavy boxes, leading to the crushing of my japanese folding screens, damn it.  AND, the neatly labled boxes are all labeled to the back or side, so Yeah, wall of boxes with no labels.  Behind dressers and bedside tables that are solid walnut.  So I have to pull all that heavy, heavy furniture out, before I can get to the boxes.  I get exhausted just looking at it all.  Our blood pressure moniter is in there somewhere, but I know when it goes up beyond safe just by the way I feel like blacking out when I get upset.  I need to get it down before I can face this mess.  I want to avoid having to rent yet another unit to shove stuff in while I go through the first one.  But after pulling the furniture out, I have to make time before closing to put it all back in, stacked on top of each other.

Plus, I need to get a power cord and see if he did or didn't kill our fridge with that drop.  I am pretty sure a fridge should not make that rattling tinkling noise underneath.

I am really not sure when I can get my stuff orgainised again to be able to pull stuff out and work on doll clothing orders, even though my sewing table and machine are right inside the door where I insisted on putting them, because my patterns and books are burried, and with out all the work that went into my base patterns to base new ones on, Not A Happy.

I keep telling myself one thing at a time, one thing at a time, and that is what I have been doing, but omg, the next time we do something like this, I hope we can hire pros who will LISTEN to my obviously insane demands for how I want our stuff to be handled!

In the mean time, I am finally making time to get back to the doll quilting I had planned on doing to stay sane.  I really have to just tell myself that things look good when I think they don't and everyone else thinks they do.  Perfectionist fail.  

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

More Rain

I know these updates are getting slow as mud, but we are trying to get so much done in the short cool winter days when we are not being dumped on by storms off the Pacific.  The seagulls are getting very rowdy around here. Every time they go home, they get blown back in again.  They make the ravens and crows look like amateurs.

Anyway, Hubby finally gave up his wheel chair!  We donated it and it's gone.  He still has a rolling walker for when he gets over tired, but he is confident enough now to let the wheel chair go.  Thus gaining more space in storage.  I need to get in there now and find my boxes of doll patterns and books, etc.  My helper had the attitude that everything should just be shoved in willy-nilly and I am just beginning to find out how little he paid attention to my master plan.

I checked my dolls and after over half a year in a non climate controlled unit, they have not changed color, nor thank goodness been broken in anyway.  But since we are still right next to the train tracks, some of the boxes that were up near the ceiling have fallen over with some icky results.  Let's just say that I now have the opportunity to replace the paper and stick part of my Japanese folding screens with some really neat applique designs (damn it!)  And we are going to need them, to separate the living room of the flat when we get in eventually.

We talked a friend of ours into signing up for housing as well, and he found out that the ones we looked at are now closed.  Maybe we will get in soon?  I called today to make sure we were still on the list and left a message for the office.  Apparently they are once again dividing the 909 area code and after that, we will have to change our info anyway, so I used that excuse to call.  I will have to call again, obviously.

We threw our idiot doctor under the buss and changed to a new one, hoping this guy will keep better track of things.  I swear that nut job spent 2.4 years trying to get me on anti-depressants.  Ah well, not all doctors graduated with high levels, most just made it clear of the lowest bar.

So yeah, I am hoping that in Spring, when the unit is a little more functionally arranged, I can start sewing again.  I have a few doll quilts cut out, but I hit a creative slump and can't seem to figure out where what goes where.  I have so many other things to remember and calls to make to keep up with things, I get over tired and bang, no creativity again.  Basically, I need to get my table out and lay everything on it and look at it until it fits right.  Doing things one color fabric at a time doesn't work for me.

Spring, that's all I am asking for.  A nice normal Spring.  That and finding the boxes with my sewing books in them!  GRRRR!  I think he killed my fridge, too, he dropped it a good 3 inches off a step and when we moved it, something was rattling pretty badly in there.  Fun thing is now I can put a block of ice in the freezer and keep things a few days that won't keep in the plastic cooler.  The old metal lined Coleman boxes are making a come back, if you are rich.  Weird to walk in there and put stuff in the fridge.

Tama is behaving himself nicely, but I did have to stop him from attacking two of those little battery monster trucks in the park the other day.  Most cats would be afraid, but he was like: KILL!

Time's up, gotta get going.


Friday, January 20, 2017

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Our First REALLY Scary Incident

It was bound to happen.  We were asleep at 4:45 am this morning, nice and snug, and someone started trying to open the driver side door of the truck, yanking on the handle so hard it was rocking the truck.  We were parked under a street light, too.  Hubby yelled "WTF! Knock it off, we're calling the police" while I found the lamp and the phone.  This guy yelled something about being parked up the street and then something incomprehensible, and contined to pry at the truck door.  I yanked open the curtains and turned the flash light on him and told him to get lost.  He then started trying to pry open the camper shell window and said he just needed 5$ for gas.  But there he was trying to break into the truck!  We kept yelling at him to leave us alone, we didn't have any money and then he put his hands next to his face up against the screened window and said "Can you open up?" And I yelled "Hell no!"  Then he said "Hey my stash is up the street, you want to go get high?"  Hubby told him a few choice things he could do with himself and the police were coming.  Then he finally went away, but our "neighbor" in the van up the street called us later when he saw us getting ready to leave and asked if some guy had tried to break into our truck, too.  So yeah, drug zombie attack.  We don't know how many of the truck campers were hit by this guy but then I realized he looked like the guy the police are after for breaking into the Rad Coffee Place up the street.  This guy had no concept, he was that freaking high or something.  Frankly, a lot of people would have just shot him for trying to break in.  But what sort of nut just tries to get into someone's car or truck and then does not understand why people would say NO!  Drugs.

 We need to get some expanded metal security screens for the back of the truck before summer.  If the window had been open, I think this jerk would have put his hand through.  I forgot to mention that our very not so brave cat decided the best place to be was under the blankets at our feet.  His eyes were like little golf balls with all this going on.

Good news, Hubby finally gave up the wheel chair completely.  Now we have a little more room in the storage unit to actually put a step ladder in there and start re-organizing.  When I get a 4 foot step ladder, that is.  We are trying to borrow one before buying.

Three more horrific rains storms are going to ruin my plans to pull everything out and reorganize for the next 7 days, though.  Ah well.