As I was dozing off around 11 p.m. last night, I heard some commotion in the kitchen below me. Since there were no sounds of imminent mayhem, I let it go and didn’t think too much about it.
This morning I find out that someone in the house made themselves a bowl of cereal and left spilled milk all over the counter. The next person who came in to fix a late supper found it and had to clean up the mess which had by this time reached the floor around the counter. It’ not hard to figure out that she was rightfully annoyed by this, as such neglect had been discussed at the house meeting on April 15th. Not know who the culprit was, she left a note on the hall bulletin board.
That triggered another house member (who tends to take Everything as aimed at her as a slight or an attack) to write a long diatribe about the first person not signing/dating their note and attacking other members of the house. Her note began “If this is directed at me, I …” and rambled through a number of defensive things as though the first note had been directed exclusively at her.
That’s only a small part of the picture. This is a rooming house of supposed adults ranging in age from early 20’s to mid-60’s. Everyone who lives here is theoretically able-bodied and capable of taking care of themselves when it comes to cooking, cleaning up and the like. We are all working stiffs or students with outside responsibilities and lives for the most part. A couple of house members do not work because of various health issues but those issues do not prevent them from handling basic care issues.
Everyone is supposed to pitch in with chores around the house — from putting away dishes each evening to cleaning bathrooms (3) and taking out recyclables. It is part of the rent we pay for living here.
At times, though, it seems as if people forget that simple fact. Dish nights get ‘forgotten’ until someone else takes care of the pileup. People ‘forget’ their chore and get upset when someone reminds them that they agreed to do that when they moved in.
And short of beating them about the head and shoulders with a clue-by-four I am running out of ideas to encourage people to do their part to be part of the community that is this house.
You see, as the designated House Manager, it is my job to keep this ship sailing smoothly and at the moment, we are veering away from the course that was set when the owner bought the place and started ‘collecting people to help pay for it.’
Today was a reasonably productive day.
Walked to the bank to take care of some business. Stopped to chat with one of my neighbors on the way home. Nance has a cute Rhodesian Ridge-back hound with the canine form of Lou Gerhrig’s Disease who barks like crazy every time someone walks by. Today I went up to his front porch to pet him and talk with his mom for a little while. It’s nice to get to know the neighbors. Once they get to know some of us in the house, they stop thinking that we are extremely weird people. (more on this in another post)
Then it was back across the street to the house and get things set up for the Monthly Steampunk Garb & Prop Build. On the second Saturday of every month, I play hostess to the local folk who are interested in Steampunk (neo-Victorian time/style Ala Jules Verne and H G Wells). We gather to build our garb, our gadgets and our friendships. Today was a small group, Char, Mary, Sari, Chris, Henry and me. Char was working on a ‘project bag’ she could put her portable projects in for traveling. Henry was putting a patch on a hat for one of his persona outfits, Sari was creating Steampunk outfits for her ball-jointed dolls, Mary was cutting out a new pattern that Simplicity recently released for Steampunk. I ordered coutil for corset making and a pattern for Victorian petticoat before switching to crocheting.
Actually, before switching to the crocheting I finished the beading on a Victorian Apron (the drape that goes over the skirt), for another character I will be doing for an upcoming convention. Black on Black beading needs lots of light; glad I did it during the daylight hours.
I have a pattern for an Amigurumi Candy Dish with some Candies. I finished the dish a few days ago and started one of the pieces of candy. Today I finished that one, and made 2 more . The 3rd one a deviated from the base pattern to make a slightly different shape. It turned out very nice. To give you an idea of scale, it’s photographed next to a nickel for comparison.
One of the disadvantages of working in such small scale is the difficulty in doing anything unless there is sufficient light. Daylight is best but I have worked on this sort of tiny under bright lamplight.
It is a good feeling to have finished this project and be able to start on the next one. I may pick one of the little animals in the pattern book where this came from. It wasn’t a long list of things to do but getting everything on the list accomplished makes me feel better about tackling the next day.
Stare at empty screen. Struggle to think of something to write that is clever, funny or both.
Decide to just start writing something. This is the first blog in what I hope will be an ongoing communication with the world around me. I am a writer, a fiber artist, a cook, a seamstress, a “puller of rabbits out of hats,:” a fluent speaker of ‘database’ (if I could teach what I do, I could probably make a small fortune), a friend to talk to, sometimes shy, a Steampunk, and still struggling to figure out what I want to be when I ‘grow up.’
I like that paragraph. Think I’ll keep it. Provides many a jumping off point for things to write about as I begin to “re-invent” my life once again.
This morning as I woke up I realized that if I want my life to change, I have to change what I’m doing.
So I invite you to come along and share the progress on my journey of change and growth. I’ll share my experiences, resources that have helped me, things that worked and things that didn’t. You’ll see articles I’ve written, maybe a poem or two.
I may encounter stumbles and roadblocks along the way. When that happens, I hope to use this space to share what I learned from them; perhaps provide some tips and tricks to help others going through similar things.
So that’s my starting point, I hope you enjoy being part of the journey with me.