Plot Ninja

One of the things that happened during the kickoff party for NaNoWriMo was that we all got a Plot Ninja.  We were all handed sheets of paper, and we wrote down an idea, folded up the paper and sealed it.  Then we exchanged the pieces of paper. The idea was that if you got stuck writing your novel, you would open up your plot ninja and incorporate it into your book.  I didn’t need my plot ninja and had forgotten about it until I came across it today, while cleaning.  Not a bad plot ninja, eh?

Skirt project

It seems that all that writing during NaNoWriMo pushed me in a “make something we can touch, dammit” direction and so here I am constructing a handkerchief skirt.

My two kinds of material.
 

This material was very difficult to make do exactly what I wanted to do.  But I persevered.
 
I made bias tape for the first time.  It was easy.  But I made too much the first round.
 
Prepping the waistband.

Stay tuned for the final product.

Requiem: Fox 40 Classic


This is not a picture of my trusty Fox 40 classic which I have owned since the summer of 1994.  There is no picture of that beloved whistle because after years of service, I lost it.  This is the replacement.  The original was black.  In 1994 I think they only came in black, unlike today when everyone can get their favorite color.  I bought the whistle the summer I was a lifeguard at Wild Waters, which was an awful place to be a lifeguard.  We rotated from station to station all day long, spending 7.5 hours per day standing in the sun.  If I had gotten a job at a public pool I would have been outside for an hour at a time, maximum.  If I ever develop skin cancer, I will blame Wild Waters.

When guarding the water slides we had to indicate when children could go, by motioning them forward as we watched to ensure the person in front of them was far enough along that they wouldn’t collide. Because of that,  “Can I go yet?” is permanently in my book as the stupidest question ever.  “If you could go yet, I would have motioned you forward.” I told more than one child in an exasperated voice after hearing the question for the fiftieth time that day.

I bought the Fox 40 Classic because the regular old whistle I was issued did not stand up to the rigors that is guarding at a water park.  Watching the pool portion was the worst as it was a frothing mass of unsupervised children, many of whom didn’t hear me when I whistled at them to stop whatever rule-breaking activity they were doing.  I learned quickly that if you blow a normal whistle too hard it makes a very wimpy “cccaaaa” noise that inspires laughter from the few that can hear it, while the hoodlums I was whistling at carried on with their rule breaking ways.

The Fox 40 Classic, one of my fellow lifeguards told me, never does that because there is no ball in the whistle.  The air travels through chambers.  It’s pretty darn loud too.  I ponied up the then-exorbitant fee of $5.95 for my own and, wow.  That whistle gets attention.

There was only one summer of life guarding for me, but I kept the whistle around.  When I started working at an elementary school and added “recess monitor” to my duties, I pulled out my trusty Fox 40 classic.  It’s been causing children to cover their ears when I blow it at recess for over six years and it deserved more than to be lost somewhere between the playground and one of the K/1 classrooms.  But that’s what it got.  Sorry trusty friend.  

Just when I was ahead of schedule


I wash my face with a half-and-half solution of castor oil and jojoba oil.  I just had mixed up a new batch two days ago.  But sadly, I put it on an unstable surface in the medicine cabinet so look what happened when I opened the door.  Happily, it all ended up on the counter and was pretty easy to clean up.  It still set me back a good ten minutes, though.

Steadfast bee (or wasp?)


Internet research has convinced me this is a wasp, and furthermore, that it’s a Yellow Jacket.  At any rate, I have a very clear picture of it because it stuck itself to the window of the Max right next to the seat I was sitting in.   I noticed it at Killingsworth and it rode with me for three more stops before I had to get off.  I wonder where it was going?