Changing schedules

I finally did pull out some piecing to do on a machine this weekend.  It's the July feathered star block, and it's going to also signify the month we married. 

I haven't gotten far enough to show anything yet.  But, at least it's a start.

Life us changing again.  It does that to me every so often.

I'm trying to get to work earlier.  I got into a late start habit when I was taking Sydney to school last year.  And, I've been slowly working at leaving the house earlier.  Course, now the summer is over, but I don't plan to change my hours and keep dropping her at school.  But, leaving earlier means I don't have as much time to blog in the mornings as I used to.  So, I'm having to change my schedule to try to write blog posts in the evenings.  That, and the fact that I've been hand quilting, which is slow progress hasn't left me much time to blog or much of anything to talk about.

Sydney is working evenings.  So, that means staying up late to go pick her up.  And, no, I'm still not ready for her to drive.  But, I think Rob might be. 

She went to a concert on Saturday.  Just she and a friend.  She had a ball.  It was at a huge coliseum.  It was hard to let them go alone.  But, we did.  We dropped them off and the friend's dad picked them up and brought them home.  It worked out great, but we were up late.  Very late for us.  Like midnight in NYC late.  We don't even stay up that late on new year's.

And, work is different.  My job is not changing the way I asked for it to when my last boss left.  I asked for some reassignment and new challenges.  And, they could still happen, but not till next year at the earliest.  When my temporary boss, who is really several levels above me told me I was not being reassigned, we were at the meeting in Cleveland last week.  One of my peers and another guy from my office were standing there with us.  And, when he told me, I looked at him with a completely straight face and said "That's okay,  I'll go type up my resignation now and email it to you.". My peer took a step back and put his hand on his chest.  The guy from my office blanched and also took a step back.  And, then I cracked a huge smile and clapped my temporary boss on the shoulder and a couple second later, we all laughed.  It was a great moment.  It was also a great way to break the ice between me and the man I've been officially reporting to for the last few weeks.  His next news was that he is hiring a new person and that person will be my new manager.  So, a few weeks until that happens, too.  And, then I get to break another one in.  This one will not likely have any managerial experience.  mwahaha!  "No, my hours have always been 9 to 3, I swear." 

Okay, that's all the news that's fit to print.  I can't think of anything else happening.  The air conditioning is repaired and Rob is taking advantage of having it.  We sure could use some rain.

I'll try to post again soon.  Lane


Kath said...

I wish I could send you some of our rain. It's meant to be summer, or what passes as summer in our damp little country. We have thick fog this evening, I cannot see the tor, usually clearly visible from our kitchen window.
On the 'net, I often see outdoor quilt shows in the USA- unthinkable here in England, with frequent, unforeseen wet spells!

Mary said...

We have heat. We are not used to heat and my hubby is not a great fan of the A/C, so we have fans going all over the house. Which in my humble opinion use more electricity than the D@@M A/C. Escaping to work doesn't do the trick either as the A/C there isn't big enough for the building and the idiot who designed the place thought it was a good idea to let the patients have windows that open. It hit 90 in the hallway the other day, we were dripping puddles all over the place. And by this rant I can see I've gotten testy about it and should go have a cold drink or two

Anonymous said...

It is time you and Rob get used to staying up later that you have been. As you get older you don't need as much sleep as you used to. One of you has to be up when Sydney gets home. This makes sure she gets home on time and safely. All parents do this. Yours did! This will make up for the nights you missed when she was a wee babe with the colic. lum