Productive, and yet... not
Well, I didn't accomplish even a third of the things I needed to today, and yet I was busy the whole day. How does that happen, exactly? Bought a new EZ Up tent, 'cause my old one had a hole clean through the middle of the canopy, and I've sewed it up twice already. It's more than ten years old, so it's not like it didn't give darn good service. In fact, the old one is still reasonably serviceable, the frame is completely solid, the canopy just needs to be stitched up. I'm thinking of putting the word out at Market tomorrow to see if any of the other artists might want it. Alternatively, anyone on here want to speak for it?
Then Chris and I went out to lunch at the Dardanelles, which is a phenomenally wonderful restaurant, and somehow they managed to lose our order, so we sat for an extra long while until the server realized that omg, their food should have been up a while ago. He went to the manager, who quickly whipped up a wonderful salad-y thing and brought it to the table with an apology, but we weren't actually in a hurry, so it was no big deal. Food came, and was fabulous as usual, and then I went to use Chris's grinders to edit a whole ton of cabs.
Time passes.
More time passes.
Grad student walks by, gets an explanation of what I'm doing and says 'Oh, I could never do that, if I spent that long doing something like that, I'd dream about it all night long.'
More time passes. Chris swings by to replace my grinding pad for a new one.
More time passes*. I grind off three fingernails and grind through more layers of skin than I should in several places. Chris replaces the grinding pad again while I poke at my fingers to confirm that yes, they're bleeding.
More time passes. Chris replaces the grinding pad again, and sits down at the grinder next to me, since his work day is officially done.
Almost four solid hours were spent grinding today. During that time, I got up twice to have a mochi green tea ice cream ball, and otherwise, just sat in front of the grinder, humming to myself. I hate grinding. The truly sad part is that it went way way faster using Chris's grinders than the little one I have at home. On the plus side, I have lots of cabs ready to be channeled and fire polished and wrapped. On the minus side, eight of my ten fingers are now super-sensitive or bleeding because I have no skin left. On the plus side, I could rob a bank and not leave fingerprints. Minus side... ow. Plus side, now I can dream about grinding pendants, instead of lying awake fretting about needing to grind pendants.
Didn't get anything else accomplished.
Need to make a pair of earrings that a nice lady ordered three weeks ago, paid for, paid extra for me to ship them, and I haven't made them yet. I'm a bad person.
Need to take pictures of stuff for final approval for Chippewa Falls renfaire.
Need to call Port Washington Pirate Festival and make sure that my booth will, indeed, have power, even though it's not pictured on the map as being in a spot with electricity.
Need to make more beads to replace the ones that have sold on consignment.
Need to make more pendants to sell at market.
Need to make more dragons and dragon claws for the faire.
Need to clean and set beads for consignment.
Need to find a minion who loves me who works for cheap.
Need to make more earrings.
Need to plant potatoes.
Need to put together a care package for someone and ship it.
Need to figure out more displays for Chip Falls.
Anyone want to minion for me? Please? You don't even have to love me, but the working for cheap part is really a must.
*To be honest, though, repetitive tasks are like zen, I just turn off my brain and put my fingers on automatic, and time passes without me realizing it. At least, for the first three hours. After that, everything. slows. down. a. lot.
Then Chris and I went out to lunch at the Dardanelles, which is a phenomenally wonderful restaurant, and somehow they managed to lose our order, so we sat for an extra long while until the server realized that omg, their food should have been up a while ago. He went to the manager, who quickly whipped up a wonderful salad-y thing and brought it to the table with an apology, but we weren't actually in a hurry, so it was no big deal. Food came, and was fabulous as usual, and then I went to use Chris's grinders to edit a whole ton of cabs.
Time passes.
More time passes.
Grad student walks by, gets an explanation of what I'm doing and says 'Oh, I could never do that, if I spent that long doing something like that, I'd dream about it all night long.'
More time passes. Chris swings by to replace my grinding pad for a new one.
More time passes*. I grind off three fingernails and grind through more layers of skin than I should in several places. Chris replaces the grinding pad again while I poke at my fingers to confirm that yes, they're bleeding.
More time passes. Chris replaces the grinding pad again, and sits down at the grinder next to me, since his work day is officially done.
Almost four solid hours were spent grinding today. During that time, I got up twice to have a mochi green tea ice cream ball, and otherwise, just sat in front of the grinder, humming to myself. I hate grinding. The truly sad part is that it went way way faster using Chris's grinders than the little one I have at home. On the plus side, I have lots of cabs ready to be channeled and fire polished and wrapped. On the minus side, eight of my ten fingers are now super-sensitive or bleeding because I have no skin left. On the plus side, I could rob a bank and not leave fingerprints. Minus side... ow. Plus side, now I can dream about grinding pendants, instead of lying awake fretting about needing to grind pendants.
Didn't get anything else accomplished.
Need to make a pair of earrings that a nice lady ordered three weeks ago, paid for, paid extra for me to ship them, and I haven't made them yet. I'm a bad person.
Need to take pictures of stuff for final approval for Chippewa Falls renfaire.
Need to call Port Washington Pirate Festival and make sure that my booth will, indeed, have power, even though it's not pictured on the map as being in a spot with electricity.
Need to make more beads to replace the ones that have sold on consignment.
Need to make more pendants to sell at market.
Need to make more dragons and dragon claws for the faire.
Need to clean and set beads for consignment.
Need to find a minion who loves me who works for cheap.
Need to make more earrings.
Need to plant potatoes.
Need to put together a care package for someone and ship it.
Need to figure out more displays for Chip Falls.
Anyone want to minion for me? Please? You don't even have to love me, but the working for cheap part is really a must.
*To be honest, though, repetitive tasks are like zen, I just turn off my brain and put my fingers on automatic, and time passes without me realizing it. At least, for the first three hours. After that, everything. slows. down. a. lot.