cliffhanger

I've had a lot of books let me down recently.  Right now I only have five minutes here and there to read, so I'm not even sure it's any book's fault.  When I was working at the library I worked with a lot of brilliant people.  A few people had these elaborate book rating systems, and over the years I eventually developed my own.  It's pretty simple.  I have only a few categories, and I simply rate them on a scale of 1 to 5.

My categories are characters, language, details, illustrations (if applicable), delivery/clarity of message for nonfiction, conflict/resolution/story for fiction and narrative nonfiction, and two categories that are pretty squishy.  First, if it's a book written for children I make sure my old self is thinking about it from a child's perspective (tricky and squishy).  Second, I rate my gut feelings.  Sometimes I love a book that has completely appalling structural and/or grammatical flaws.  Sometimes the book chips away at my soul but the audiobook narrator's delivery stays with me (The Stranger in the Woods).  Squishy but's that what gut feelings are.

I love getting through my rating system and being completely surprised.  The latest book in the Witches of Brooklyn series surprised me.  I don't like mega cliff hangers.  I recognize it's a perfectly acceptable thing to do, and the author doesn't need to humor my lack of patience.

Witches of Brooklyn: Curse & Reverse by Sophie Escabasse (juvenile graphic novel)

Folks, number five in the Witches of Brooklyn: Curse & Reverse ends with a mega cliffhanger.  It really doesn't wrap up anything at all.  It ends during the super murky outcome of a life and death duel!  I was super miffed after finishing.  I couldn't even rate it for a while.

But it still got a high score, and it's really because the series is just so spectacular.  There's so much world and character building going on.  I love the characters and care about them just like they're my family.  The illustrations are incredible.  I got so lost in the spreads where the writer/illustrator depicted the passing of time.  There's a fine blend of comfort and adventure, which is important for me.  I like action just as much as anyone else, but please include a movie night with friends or a mini nail painting party!  I'll accept the cliffhanger with only a little grumbling but only because I adore this series.  And when I talk about it with others, I will highly recommend waiting until the sixth book comes out!   

One wedge at a time

There really hasn't been much to blog about and not a lot of time to blog.  Last week I took out wedge #2 of my boot.  Two more wedges to go!  I have been working weirdly hard at cutting back to one crutch for about half the day.  Between half of me not knowing what to do if it doesn't have a crutch, not being blessed with coordination, and the wound gremlins waking up sometime in the afternoon, the one-crutch journey has been a hot mess, but I'm proud of those half days of one crutch.  I've been told I'll be walking without crutches by December 13th and I may be out of the boot by January.  I've been doing some absolutely ridiculous workouts, but I can almost do crow pose due to the extra arm strength.  A crow in a boot!

Last week was our first week without J, the graphic designer who worked at my shop fifteen years.  It was just me and new employee #1 and Robert running around doing all the errands.  Robert successfully switched over the scratch engraver software to a new computer and mounted the computer on the machine.  This allowed us to get rid of the desk the monitor was sitting on.  We brought in a new old machine, an old Gravograph that my first new employee plans to use for some of the trickier engraving jobs.  We have two new desks ordered, one to replace the much-too-big table our cutters sit on and another one for our next new employee, who is starting December 1st.  Robert put up the rest of the shelves in the back, ordered a few more, and we're on track to finish much of the renovations by the end of the year.  I plan to do a mega post of all the work we've done in the past year once it's all done.

I turned in the last assignments for one of my three classes and have the list of things I need to fix on one of my two final projects from another teacher.  I doubt I will hear anything back from my other teacher.  I've heard of so much tragedy in the last few months, all people I barely know, and I feel such a weird mixture of horror, gratitude, shock, sympathy, and doom.  One of my teachers hasn't been present much this semester and she finally shared a terrible cancer diagnosis with us.  Each bit of bad news easily eats me up some nights, which is when I'm most vulnerable to anxiety.  Sometimes there's nothing anyone can do.  It's interesting how we know this, but there's still a part of ourselves that thinks we should be able to do something.  I'll take my achilles injury over every single piece of bad news I've heard recently.

I graduate soon.  Work is terrifically overwhelming at the moment, but I still enjoy going in each day.  I haven't been making too much art or poetry lately, but I've also been sleeping when I have spare time, and I've decided I'm ok with this for the time being.  Life is surprisingly good in this new chapter of whatever book of constant change we've been living.  Heck, there's a chance the furniture may arrive before the Thanksgiving break, and Robert and I can put it all together during the four day weekend (there's a surprising amount of shit I can get done just by waving one of my crutches around).  But we'll take all the good things we have going right now, furniture or no furniture.  

survival, humor, and absolutely packed days

Naturally, now that I am using the scooter only when absolutely necessary does Josie make friends with it.

Margo on the other hand, continues to only have deep, deep loathing for it.  Look at that glare!  How dare this rolling demon monster be in my way!

There's not a lot to report here.  Just survival, humor, and absolutely packed days.  Two of my three classes have final projects, and as of today I have submitted my rough drafts of each.  Now I'm just waiting for feedback so that I can finish them.  My other class has only been discussion posts about the plethora of library services out there for older adults.  I imagine there will be some larger assignment at the end, but it hasn't been posted yet.

I have officially hired one person, and tomorrow I am hoping to hire the second person.  Both will be responsible for graphic design and production, and I think it will help to have two people sharing that load.  In the meantime, I have been learning the bare basics of graphic design, ensuring I know how to run all the machines enough to provide basic training, thinking through all the ins and outs of training, and learning how to onboard two employees with their own unique schedules, skills, preferences etc.  I'm nowhere near ready, but the person I have already hired has worked in personalization before and has loads of skills, humor, and enthusiasm.  He is also starting tomorrow!  And he'll have a week with our current graphic designer before she leaves.  

I haven't made any huge strides with my injury.  I think the next big moment will be taking out another lift in a week or two  I definitely feel more comfortable with the crutches though, and have started enjoying pointing at things for Robert to do with one crutch.  He absolutely loves this btw!  The biggest hurdle I have right now is just how unbelievably tired I am.  If I had the time right now I could easily sleep 10+ hours a day.  I couldn't sleep when I was on bed rest, but now that I'm up and about, I'm ready to sleep.  Isn't that how it always goes?

I can finally see some time to slow down on the horizon.  It's definitely a ways off, but the outline of it is there.

Margo's big feelings

It's been all about Josie lately, but Margo would like to say she's recently had some great moments too.

Margo dressed up for possibly the last time for work, and it was an adventure.  Since Margo started going to work at my shop, she has had a soft spot for J, who is leaving soon.  I've never tried to dress up either dog, but when J said she wanted to dress up Margo, I said why not.  Margo loves J, so I wasn't too surprised she let J dress her up a few times for our social media.  This last time was a riot, because Margo was just as patient as ever, but we couldn't keep her wig on.  Margo loved the attention, everyone had some great laughs, and Margo got a toy out of the deal.

Can you guess who Margo was for Halloween?  

If anyone guesses Wednesday Addams, you are correct!  Margo has a dark sense of humor, so the role was a good fit for her.  Her toy Thing is her new best friend and just like her toys at home, she uses the squeak sound to express when she's having big feelings.  Thing's squeaker is kinder to the ears than Hamburger, which lives at home and has long, squalling, shrieking squeaks.  I've tried to hide Hamburger numerous times with no luck.  When Margo is having a big feeling, her hamburger radar goes off, and she can find it anywhere.

We recently installed a gate for Margo at the shop's front counter.  Robert and I have been back and forth about whether to get a gate since the beginning.  She's so well-behaved and listens to commands.  But she is also a leaner who wants to be the first one to greet customers.  Some customers do not want a dog leaning into them or laying on their feet.  So Robert and I got her a gate, and it's been wonderful.  She can be the first one to greet customers, and the customers who want her in their business can open the gate.  I'm just waiting for the day Margo brings her Thing to the gate for a customer!  She has squeaked it from the back a few times when customers come in, but if anyone hears it, they are too polite to inquire.

Margo is the best leaner I've known.  The perfect dog to take on a long walk or sit with on the porch for hours.  She is not big on cuddles.  But yesterday, after making some successful strides with my two big final projects for school, Margo cozied up to me.  We were at Robert's office so he could get some work done while having his support team nearby.  Unlike my office, Robert's office has a couch, which is where Josie hangs out when she goes to work.  I knew if I sat on Josie's couch, she was going to cuddle with me.  But after a while she left, and Margo decided to jump up and do some cuddling herself.  She stayed up so long we thought we were going to miss dinner and have to stay the night.  It was such a rare moment we didn't want to ruin it.