It’s been a long day.
Today was my grandfather’s funeral.
He died in his sleep at the age of 93, and outlived all of his siblings and two of his children.
I’m sure I’ll have more to say in the coming days, but for now, I just feel drained.
August 2021 will be remembered in our home as the month that Dad moved to a different shift at work.
Spoiler: It didn’t agree with him, and he’s now back on his regular evening/night shift.
It was fun and different, though, and if there had been less workplace shenanigans involved, it might have been a good fit… eventually.
Things that were definitely on the positive side of the equation (from my point of view):
There were an abundance of downsides, though, not the least of which being that Dad was basically jet-lagged for a few weeks in a row.
I think everyone involved will be glad for our routine to return to normal… including the next guy in line for the job.
Making notebooks has been my jam lately.
This green one was my experimental Frankenbook — I drew a butterfly and screenprinted it onto the cover fabric months ago, then experimented with my Cricut on the back cover. (The die-cut sunflower keyhole was not the original plan, but I ran with it.)
I glued some sunflower fabric to the inside of the cover in lieu of endpapers. The four signatures I attached to the cover by stitching rather than glue, which was only the second time I’ve tried that technique (although I think it’s now my favorite).
My Frankenbook turned out much better than I’d expected, and the process was just as valuable as I’d hoped.
Meanwhile, the spiral-bound notebook I’d been using as a work planner was getting dangerously close to full. So, I planned out a replacement work notebook: legal size paper folded in half, with binding that opens flat, and a place to keep a pen.
During the planning process, I fell down a YouTube rabbit hole of paper marbling, and I decided that I needed to incorporate some green marbled paper in my new work planner. The cover I crafted from heavy chipboard covered with self-adhesive wallpaper from Amazon (which looks and feels suspiciously like fancy contact paper). The textblock I attached to the spine by the first and the last signatures, so it still lays flat.
As an upcycle project, I disassembled an old, half-used spiral-bound from back in college, then cut and punched new chipboard covers for front and back. I did some watercolor doodles on the inside front cover, debossed a nature quote on an old calendar photo page I’d saved, then glued that onto the front before feeding the spiral wire back through. Someday, this will probably be another of my gardening journals.
Making books is hella fun.
I was just chilling between Connor’s karate class and my Krav class, sitting outside at the picnic tables while he played with the other kids.
Nothing really to say… except all the things I still have in my head that I haven’t blogged. I gave up on Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day for the summer because I couldn’t bring myself to blog about anything else, knowing that there’s something else I “should” be posting. Hopefully that will free me up mentally to write about the stuff that really matters, like… well, like me and Connor going to visit my Mom for a long weekend, or like my BFF Amy coming to visit for the day.
Mr. Turner came outside and chatted everyone up while the teenaged black belts taught the little kids’ class inside. I opted not to tickety-tap a stream-of-consciousness blog entry in favor of actually being social.
The adult class was fun, but definitely got me out of my comfort zone — especially pairing up with Mr. Turner for a couple of drills and exercises. Having the teacher show you how to do a proper bar choke — on HIM — is a little weird. So is boxing the teacher, although that’s more frustrating than weird.
Funny how frustrating can also equal helpful. I’d miss blocking a jab, and he’d remind me of the drills we did earlier in class. I’d get mad at myself and start to let loose, and he’d remind me to only punch as hard as I want to be punched.
After class, I came to him with a technical question about blocking those jabs, and he spent a few minutes going over it with me until I had that “a-ha” moment. Then we chatted a while about how to get the most out of class: asking my training partners to step up their game if necessary, giving tips and help to others, making sure I get the most out of each interaction. Getting out of my comfort zone.
“That’s the most fun part,” I told him, “but also the scariest. That’s why I’m here, though.”
That earned me a huge grin and a big, sweaty hug from Mr. Turner.
I needed that.
Day two of our Grammy visit started with the Cleveland Zoo, moved on to the Great Lakes Science Center, and finished up at Foundry Social (a restaurant/bar with games).
The zoo photography staff referred to Mom as my sister multiple times, which we found highly amusing.