Experimenting with squares.

A small project (my first in months) as part of an experiment in a certain type of block piecing… A table-center for hot dishes. Despite many small errors, I do think I’m getting better at sewing, and I’m starting to get the feel for quilting with even stitches. I’ve got a long way to go to actually be good at this – but I’m enjoying the process:

Detail:

Get a hangover. Go to work.

I can’t remember the last time I got as drunk as I did last night – and wow, should I ever know better than that! Started after work drinking sangria with Jess and progressed to the WISE and bottles of wine. Really felt fine until the last half hour – or the last drink – which seemed to put me over the line very quickly.

But despite the great potential for hangover, I have felt pretty good for most of the day and managed to get a major piece of information design done on one of my projects – have been pretty much intently focused on it all day – to my own surprise. This is actually one of the more creative parts of my job – like a puzzle that needs to be solved – how to organize info for the web in a way that is logical, easy to access and aligned with the objectives of my department. It basically was the framework I needed to get done in order to give the job of developing the site to someone else….

Got the draft itinerary for Colombia last night and realized that I have completely spaced on getting my passport application in. Next week it will have to be…..

Also in email news – I got a really creepy reporter request this afternoon which I have forwarded onto the lawyer cause it appears this reporter has some extra access to discovery that he shouldn’t have…. And I also got the first email from my brother ever today (we’re not in touch that often unless I go to see him) – he wanted to let me know that he just got a new job with the City of Victoria in the engineering group – which has been his goal for a long time…. So I was really happy to hear that from him, and I was also glad that he included me in his email out to the family since we often forget each other (it’s not dislike, just ambivalence). Also heard from my friend Jeremy today who is coming up to the coast for David’s party and going to swing by my place saturday for a hang-out before we go up to the creek.

Despite the drinking last night, I think my ennui of earlier this week is lifting (I took Wednesday off as a sick day cause I was so blue)…. I’m feeling again some of my value to others in the world and the critical voices in my head have been pretty quiet today…. Oh, and I’m able to laugh at the absurdity of my life again – which is a pretty essential thing in times as weird as this.

Weekend good. Work bad.

My head is a blur today, my frustration levels raised by an early-morning conference call with Ottawa, and restless with the thought of more creative things than briefing notes and project plans. And so it goes – knowing that I’ll get through this day, and that my counterpart on this work-project out east is struggling with the internal bullshit politics even more than me.

Got back from Victoria on the first harbour-to-harbour flight of the day – a beautiful morning for such a tour of the archipelago, morning sun and mist coming off the sea below. It’s a funny thing coming to work by airplane – but it makes for a much shorter trip than the tedious chain of ferries and highways between the Island and the Sunshine Coast – and gives me a lot more time away than I would otherwise have.

Had a decent weekend in Victoria this time around and got to spend some quality playtime with Greg in addition to meeting the family obligations and visiting with some friends. Actually invited Greg for dinner to meet the folks and he accepted (which surprised me) – which then made me feel awkward because I haven’t brought anyone to meet the folks since Darren seven years ago. I think Greg was more relaxed about it than me, and of course, it was all fine and very civil and a bit funny. Still, I’m finding myself a bit tense about it, mostly because I am in the process of trying to resolve my feelings about this relationship in the context of what has been a difficult emotional period. I think my involvement in Darren’s case – his re-entry of my life in such a dramatic and pseudo-tragic fashion – has hampered my ability to see beyond loss and the full expression of my emotional connections… The only way I see to work through that is to keep at developing and redeveloping relationships that bring sustenance and support – so I am granting permission to myself to have more social time this summer as a part of that healing process 🙂

I am looking forward to having a couple of weekends on the coast over the next little while to do some garden-finishing and to work on a few sewing projects I’ve got rolling around in my head. I don’t know where this urge to make things again is coming from, but I’ve got lots of little experimental ideas and some fabric to try them out with, so seems a good time to get going on them.

(I just cannot believe how much faster this blog is running since the move to the new server on Friday. Woot!)

Sweet thundering servers!

Oh yeah – Firetrap stayed up real late last night and got the two new Resist! servers up and starting to be functional. This blog is one of the first sites to be hosted on our new box “ash”. Which makes you one of the first visitors to the new servers of our very happy collective.

Thanks Firetrap! Resist! will rock once again!

Book Review: Sointula

Sointula
Bill Gaston
Raincoast, 2005.

As usual I have been reading a lot – particularly fiction – and I thought this book was definitely worth mentioning here as a random find I ended up really enjoying. I just happened to catch the cover of this book out of the corner of my eye while in the Ottawa airport last week and I thought “Sointula”? Who has written a novel based on that crazy little place? (One of those many strange small BC towns where I worked for a summer years ago). Of course I was compelled to purchase it as a result and consumed it over a quick two days.

Basic plot is the story of a woman seeking to reconnect with her son after bumping into the past with the death of an ex-lover – bringing her both to the west coast of BC and to the brink of who she really is. And no, it’s not one of those boring introspective pieces either – as Gaston has a knack for writing characters with gentle humour infused in their sterotypes… (the retired wanna-be writer, the loner son, the drug dealer, the crazy housewife turned renegade forager (okay – perhaps that isn’t a stereotype – you know what I mean)). But what really made the book for me is Gaston’s incredible ability to describe and draw on location. The places he writes about are those of my life so far – Victoria, James Island, Gabriola, the north island highway past Campbell River, Sointula, a little Sunshine Coast – and what is remarkable to me is how well he captures them each, turns them sideways and makes fun of all the myths about their beauty and tourismo. Ah – yes – Victoria really is an unfriendly town – finally someone says it in print!

Definitely a fun read, and if you are at all interested in coastal BC from the perspective of someone who is obviously from the place, then I would say pick up this book.