So apparently I can’t timezone outside of work. I coordinate with coworkers all over the world just fine, but when it is just me — I goof it up.
I drive 12-16 hours sometimes to and from locations and stick within the Eastern timezone. Today on my way to Nashville, I didn’t realize this short 4 hour jump would take me into Central.
So now suddenly I’m multiple hours early for my flight to California. What to do? What to do? It took me an entire 2 seconds to decide and act on my decision. I’m celebrating my extra hour with a massage/pedicure, because this is my time.
Every year at our all-company meetup we do Flash Talks – a four minute presentation on whatever you want.
This year I saw one about drawing zen tangles (I think by Kristen Symonds). ❤️
I can’t remember the complete steps from the presentation 😣 but have been trying a variation with my 4-year-old daughter who loves to draw.
I’d like to put an emphasis on variation, because Zen and 4-year old don’t always belong in the same sentence.
We’ve been doing them together and just doodling our hearts out. She is intently focused on the drawing for the first twenty to thirty minutes before she runs off, I finish the drawing out, and then if I forget to put it away – she fills in designs with solid color when I’m not looking. Doh!
I’m very excited to hear Indiana University’s production of Madame Butterfly tonight. I’ve been listening to this opera since I was born. (No joke!) My dad always sang the role of Sharpless. Hopefully it’s a night where a few of his opera students will be in the cast or chorus.
Here’s a preview of one of the dress rehearsals:
It all started when I had this idea of being Pikachu for Halloween and asked my kids if they wanted to go as a theme. Of course my daughter didn’t want to be anything else other than Pikachu.
After much negotiation and surfing the pokedex in the Pokemon Go app, she is going to be, surprise surprise — Pikachu.
I thought I’ll probably be chasing her everywhere on October 31st anyway, so I’m going to be a trainer whose sole job it is to catch Pikachu.
But when I asked my son what he wanted to be, he didn’t like anything he saw. I asked him if he’d rather be the trainer – nope. Asked him if he wanted to be one of the dragon-looking ones – nope.
Then it finally dawned on him and he said with stubborn enthusiasm “I want to be a pokeball!!!!”
How in the world do you get that costume off Amazon???
Fast forward to a week later, my paper cuts are healed from covering an exercise ball each night in paste and newspaper. The holes have been cut out and initial coats of spray paint applied.
I’m feeling a bit apprehensive of trying to tape-off the reverse and paint the black stripe in the middle, so black duct tape is going on tonight.
I hope he remembers twenty years from now that I try to be the cool mom.
I don’t know about you, but I love carving pumpkins. There are so many possibilities and the process requires patience.
I want my kids to have fun, but I don’t trust them with knives. Ha!
This is my compromise. I give them a list of options, they choose their favorites. I take off the tops, they take out the goop. I carve the faces they chose, they get to enjoy with ten fingers still attached.
It’s been a while since I’ve lived in Austria. In a way it feels like I’m going home. WordCamp Europe is there this weekend. If you are attending, come say “hi”.
I’m looking forward to the change in culture, language, and scenery. Last night, I kissed my kids for bedtime at grandma’s and bawled my eyes out… because that’s what parents do even when they need a break. It’ll be a long month away from them.
I miss the mountains and Salzburg too. That’s up next after WordCamp. Then off to Canada, Colorado, and California.