I don’t
really know what to write about this week.
I mean stuff happened, but mainly stuff like class, meeting, homework
and class. I left the house without
brushing my teeth one day. (No sleep will do that to you…thank god for wisps!)
I lost my car in the parking deck and walked around in heels for 15 minutes
looking for it. And I ran out of clean
bowls and spoons.
But! It
is Fall Break and so I at least don’t have homework for Monday or Tuesday. But!
This means that I’ll spend my weekend playing catch-up. As much as I’ll ever be able to catch up.
Excuse me;
I’ve been a bit cranky all week. (Ask people how much of a joy I was in ethics
this week.) This break is much needed.
To be
more positive, I’m going to the National Association of Seed and Venture Funds
Conference in Arlington on Monday. It should be a great networking and
educational opportunity.
I get to
see some of my family this weekend and I am picking up a beautiful mid-century
modern bedroom set from some family so that I can restore it. I should mention
that this summer I stripped 6-7 layers of paint off my kitchen table and
repainted it and am working on the chairs.[1]
Why? Because I like old things; they have a lot of personality. Also, I like
making stuff. At the end of a weekend I can bring people in and say “look at
what I did!” I like the concreteness of making or fixing something. It’s
something more tangible than most of what I deal with in business where I’m
doing research and picking options but the outcomes are always debatable. I am tempted to complain here that I’m too
busy to crochet, which I always want to do when it nears scarf/hat/gloves time
of year, but I am resolved to more positive in the rest of this post. Anyway, I
have to ban Etsy otherwise I’ll wind up with a stack of yarn that I don’t have
time to do anything with.
That’s about all I’ve got for you guys tonight. I realize it’s
a bit boring…but, hey, send in questions and maybe that’ll give me something to
talk about.
[1]
The chairs did not come with the table. I bought them from a local store that
repaints old furniture and resells. But I didn’t like what they’d done to the chairs
and once I started working on the chairs I realized the store had committed a
great injustice and painted over the perfectly good dark wood. (Also, they’re
getting recovered over Christmas Break. That pattern is not me.)