Friday - the day for unnumbered ramble-y updates
I finally got to sit down with my boss and two others to go through the training I’ve been building in Articulate. This was the part that was missing – collaboration. I made some wrong decisions about methodology because I’ve been working in a vacuum for months, and their input helped me to see how much more useful the training will be if I set it up so quizzes have unlimited chances, and if the feedback given after an incorrect choice is made reinforces the correct information. Try again. That and four other major structural changes have me scrambling to finish it by Tuesday’s client presentation, but this is good, the whole thing will be so much more effective. I’ll have to bring my laptop home over the weekend for the first time in a while.
This is shitty timing, as I really need to finish the garden beds and plant everything and get my office emptied out for Ty. Oh, hey, wait. He can do both of those things for me in exchange for food and lodging, right? Right. He and Lila can wrestle the futon and the file cabinets down to the basement. Hoo boy, do I have some things I need to share about this whole situation, but I’ll just continue to process internally. Suffice it to say: BEER ME.
I also need to process the sour cherries still – thinking bourbon cherry jam. I keep forgetting to buy a pitter, so that’s a good two hours I’ll be doing them with a chopstick. I finished up the garlic scapes a few minutes ago. Five pints of pickled with a white vinegar brine, coriander seed, mustard seed, peppercorn, my hot red pepper flake mix, and bay. I also have a giant bowl of them sitting on the counter in a salt water bath to soften and begin the fermentation process. On Sunday they’ll move over to the crock with kimchi seasoning. I’m sort of managing to squeeze little domestic things in between work/commute insanity. It’s amazing how quickly it becomes time for bed when I get home.
I’m trying to not beat myself up for not making it to the gym enough, or even taking neighborhood walks. Dina got me in for a surprise massage last night because she had a cancellation, and oh my goodness, the lactic acid release pain was so intense I think I tried to leave my body. Oh, how I needed that. I should have cleaned the tub and soaked in mineral water, but that would have required so much physical effort. Instead, I prepared leftovers for us and went over my credit report to make sure my ducks are in a row for buying a new car. I have some work to do over the next few weeks before I can pull the trigger on that.
I need to find the mental space and time to help Ty with school applications, and some medical stuff, too. And fly Lila to MA in a few weeks. Maybe I can convince Ty to go instead. Holy shit guys, any ideas on how to clone me?
Oh, and maybe make time for a date here and there. That would be nice.