We did get in on Project Dollway again this year; I don't have the required Antoinette doll to design for, so we had to do some creative evening wear design to work around that. I also just read about a 19 pt articulated Fashion Doll on the Couture Doll Competition, and I must get a look-see at that one.
I am set for dolls -- I never thought I'd say that -- and have fitting models galore, all of whom I am fond of . . . .
Not all of it is sleeping: I am just now, once again, recovering from what has become the traditional summer biennial Computer Shutdown. I thought that since I spent 18 months getting Vista to work with me that I might get an extra eighteen months out of it before having to buy a new one -- the tradition --- but noooo, right on schedule, the week before IFDC, it went on the fritz.
This time we opted to repair it -- and boost the memory. It cost as much as getting a new one and took longer, with the puter in for repair, and on top of that the last geek tech lost the Vista software that Microsoft had sent me to straighten out the problem that I worked on for eighteen months -- the last three of them on an every day basis with "escalation" level support in Shanghai.
I'm back and getting back on my feet as far as catching up with all the mess that piles up while the computer is going on the fritz and with reinstalling programs I need.
Under the weather perhaps -- something like light-headed, only at the very top of my head, with the rest feeling like lead.
Summer is ending and I didn't have my pool, promise by promise and hope by hope devouring the last one month by month and week by week and day by day until today when I got More Glue Please! for another patch on the pool. At least I make a darned good patch: the first one I made held well, and then the pool got another hole a few feet away. Not on a level surface pulls the bottom up the side and makes a stress point. All of it is work I shouldn't have had to do if I had had help putting it away for the winter: and I cleaned it fully four times to do so. A thorn in my side. The DH doesn't get it yet, that I need water, and here I am in Texas, so some extra effort needs to be made.
The pool in 2008
"I grew up at the beach," I told him, knowing his answer would be, "So did I."
"Mmmm hmmm. Venice is not the same as 'the beach.' When I say I grew up at the beach I mean I spent all day every day on the beach, swimming and hanging out. I grew up at the beach means I grew up on it. I survived in Taiwan by working early in the morning, taking the bus home and getting off at the American School Pool and lying there all afternoon, swimming, napping, reading, until the evening, and then I went home. I need water."
I did go out and play on my slip-n-slide a bit this summer, waiting for the pool on one of the numerous fills that only pointed up what can be described as "I told you so."
Well, that was certainly a mixed bag of reportage. Back to my teapot -- and my catch up on the latest Naruto episodes: I finally got the programs running so that I could get them on DVD to watch lying down.
