Dragon Problems


Shoot. The plastic tubing I bought to make the supports/ribs for the dragon isn't going to be strong enough.

I'm checking the local irrigation supply house tomorrow. Bummer.

It's Snowing!


First snow of the year...

Let the Dragon-making Begin!


One of the things I do with my *cough* spare time is participate/volunteer with a dramatic group at my church. This fall/winter we are presenting the story of Elijah. We have a Chinese theme throughout the presentation (we have a number of Chinese members - one of whom wrote an original piece of music for this storytelling).

At two points in the story, a Chinese-New-Year-Parade-style dragon will come on stage representing fire. Guess who is making the body of this dragon? Yep.

Actually, I am pretty excited about it. I don't have to make the head - someone else is making it out of a cardboard box and chicken wire and papier-mache and paint. I have the task of making the body which will be danced around by seven various people (ranging in age from 42 to 4). I have a plan and I have the fabrics, trim, thread, and plastic tubing. Now all I need is an enormous work surface and a little peace and quiet.

Hoo, boy.

Did I mention that the presentation is a week from Sunday? Yikes!



And I thought Wednesday was bad. I bounced back a little on Thursday and Friday, but I am much worse today. I can't breathe through my nose at all. Bleh.

My housemates' cat is lonely and has been spending quite a bit of time in my room after the children are asleep. The cat is a bit odd. She doesn't want to be held, but she does want to be with people. She is more than a little wary of my children, though my eldest has enough self-control that he can sit still and wait for her to come close to him.

Lately the cat has taken to running amok downstairs in the early morning. This running around has actually woken up one of my other housemates who lives in the basement. Her response to this nocturnal craziness was to put a baby gate at the bottom of the stairs. Now, any normal cat would realize that the gate could be easily jumped or avoided by squeezing through the bannisters. Not this cat. Either she is too well-bred and polite to cross an obvious attempt at a barricade, or she is too lazy to bother, or she is simply befuddled by its presence. Hence, last night my husband and I were awoken to pawing, scratching, and meowing outside our door. My husband shooed it upatairs to our housemates' room and closed the door.

Hopefully tonight will be more peaceful.



I am tired. My beloved children both slept through the night and well into the morning, but I feel like death warmed over. It's so bad that I skipped out on the meeting I usually attend on Wednesday mornings. And I love meetings. Seriously.

So. Here I sit. I have finished The Old Fox Deceiv'd, I have sent a few emails, and I am about to finish a bit of bookkeeping work for church.

This afternoon I am taking a nap. No doubt about it.



This morning I woke up, showered, and dressed nicely (for a change). Then I was off to church (two doors down) to set up the sound equipment. There were some technical difficulties, but none due to my ineptitude, hallelujah! My friend spoke (gave the sermon? preached?) and everything was fairly normal until she had everyone practice saying, "I'm sorry. I made a mistake." Our culture doesn't encourage us to admit fault.

In the afternoon, I attended a clothing swap. Talk about fun! What could be better than gathering about 15 to 20 women and their unwanted clothes in one space and allowing everyone to have at it and take what they wish? I scored a new pair of pink-tinged brown trousers, a thick rose sweater, a dark pink long-sleeved t-shirt, and a hot pink singlet. I didn't intend to bring home more pink clothes. I had hoped for blues and greens, but there were none that suited me.

Back at home, my husband and I watched our housemates' son so they could have a couple of hours together, then had dinner and worked at putting children to bed - a tiring endeavor always.

Now things are quiet again. A few housemates are in the basement watching a silly Adam Sandler movie and my husband and I are sitting side by side at the table working on our Advent calendar (OK, I am taking a break from Advent by blogging, but as soon as I hit "publish post", it's nose to the grindstone time.)



An average day.

It rained in the nice, quiet way that it typically does here, so the children and I ran an errand and spent a good bit of time at the library this morning.

Then lunch, followed by naps.

Then gymnastics for the eldest. Today he has decided that he can participate from the very beginning of class. He spent absolutely no time sitting on the sidelines, sucking his fingers, and screwing up his courage to join the others. He just ran right in. I about fell over.

Tonight, my husband made dinner for everyone, so after gym class, my primary responsibility was to keep the children happy. I was successful, but in large part to their willingness to keep themselves quietly and safely occupied.

The kiddos are now asleep and my husband and I are sitting at our computers doing bits of work. My main task is to select readings for an advent book/calendar/liturgy that we are putting together.

All is well.



Yesterday we returned from a long trip to visit my family in Oregon. At some point during the trip I finally started feeling like eating again. That's a blessing.

This morning, bright and early, I had an appointment for a routine ultrasound. Everything appears fine. Of course tonight, I have heartburn. If it's not one thing it's another.