Learning, Teaching, and Occasionally Falling Into The Pool

You know, I genuinely think The Best Friending Meme Ever was not an exaggeration.  I’d say it was awesome, but scanning my entries, I seem to be using that word a lot.  Are things awesome? Yes.  Do I need a thesaurus? Also yes.

Yesterday being new fridge delivery day and all, I set off in the morning with intentions of not returning to the house until after dark.  ’tis better to remove all temptation of messing around in the kitchen at the worst possible time and all that.  So, I showed up at the bead store as early as possible to do kit work, hang out and try not to eat the especially delicious colors of beads.

Which is how I learned I’m not the only one who puts Purple Velvet bicones in my mouth, nor am I nutter butters for projecting delicious flavors onto them.  (Though it may be worth mentioning most everything I bead has involved my mouth at some point, regardless of bead nomming.  Teeth being the best way to flatten Fireline, though I digress.)

But, our primary accomplishment in the kit department was realizing we need to go to someone’s house and make a mess of epic proportions.  Which I am doing tomorrow.  

Anyway, it was damn hot and most everyone left early, except for this one lady- they do refer to themselves as bead ladies -and the friend she’d brought along.  Said lady is very Chicago, a little on the snippy side, and has made some downright surreal remarks about nonheterosexual people.  ”Bowling pins in the night sky gay boys sometimes snarf!” would approach what I’m talking about here.  I have no idea if she needs a gentle reminder on modern manners or not.  I really don’t.  Oh, but she did devour a BLT once, then tell us she was Jewish.  ”If God doesn’t want us to eat pigs, then why is there bacon? And he’s got more to worry about than my lunch.” Which is the stuff punchlines are made of.  So, I don’t know about here sometimes, but she seems to enjoy talking to me and most of the time I enjoy talking to her.  The rest, I’m just kind of confused.  

Her friend was way more mellow and low key, but also enjoyable.  She spent most of the busy part of the day watching other people bead, giggling and pointing out she only knows how to make wirework earrings.  So, when things thinned out, I offered to show her how to do even count peyote stitch, which she took me up on.  I am not the greatest teacher in the world.  As a visual learner, it’s easier for me to show things, and my narration suffers.  But, we had a really good time together and I do believe we’ll be able to move on to odd-count peyote next week.  

After she left, I sat and listened to the Chicago lady tell me about the business she used to run while I watched her crochet.  That’s one beady thing I haven’t learned.  I’m starting to get the idea of where to stick things.  I think.

The drive to the library for my coders’ meeting, well, that could have gone better.  I did end up in the Princess Dr. v. the freeway fuckery at rush hour.  There’s this access road that goes around the associated exit, and it used to be the only way to get through this one area, so directions tend to default to it.  Overall, not a good place.  But, neither was the library.  Place is downright non-Euclidian.  Made my house look TAME by comparison.  

I actually learned things at the meeting.  Things about resuscitation and how to code it.  The crowd was allegedly pretty small, so we got to do some Q&A and introductions and such.  No boredom occurred whatsoever, I got some laughs with the whole pointing out I took my exam on the day the world was supposed to end, and, alas, totally ruined someone else pointing out the same thing.  Although, she wasn’t at the same testing session as me.  That would have been almost unbearably funny.

I took the long way home through the residential distinct and had to slow down for a flock of swallows.  After making nice with the new fridge, I hurled myself into the pool.  Let me tell you, there is nothing more divine than running around in the Arizona heat all day, then plunging into the deliciously cool depths you’ve been maintaining all through the unswimmable part of the year.  

Today, I neatened, took photos and… umm, wait? Was there something else I was supposed to do? Well, pictures are on the way.  If I had a less amazing picture backlog, I could even make promises.  But, alas, it is indeed amazing.  Nevermind my aspirations of writer chat.

In the mean time, if anyone has a question for me, I’m gearing up for Summer Sessions, so feel free to ask away if you believe doing so would improve your days.