Worked the Maker Fair table for Fabmo and helped set up and break down. We did this super cute matted fabric craft. It’s amazing to me how unique each person manages to make their activity. I even made one that I liked.
One of the super fun parts of the whole experience was that I helped set up and break down the booth. We walked around and talked to other exhibitors on the day before the show opened. The guy with the dragon bike/boat pictured here told us all about his process and past. He was also the guy that made the 2 story octopus that shoots fire out of its legs. Some of the pieces of this dragon are from his gramas house that they cleared out after she passed away. He has been making these types of things since 1978.
Volunteered at Fabmo for the whole day. I just helped with straightening fabrics. Picked up a few really unique pieces and a bright wallpaper book. I met some great small business folk too. I just love this place.
I volunteered at a booth at a Girl Scout bridging event in San Francisco. They have troops from all over California. The girls walk over the Golden Gate Bridge and then do all sorts of fun projects that are set up at Chrissy Field. It was about a perfect volunteer experience for me. Loved the kids, the craft was exactly right and the folks I was with were great. Totally exhausted though.
I know I did something this day because I initiated an xCode project and had to email my info to get in. That is what I remember. I think I also worked on a project proposal.
It was also “Sail into Summer” kids day in Mountain View. We walked over and watched the parade. I got my photo taken with a pirate clown.
I’ve been feeling really crappy, so when I tried to go back and decipher what I may have done on this day I found nothing except one forwarded email. I remember calling my son-in-law to see if the kids got their Easter gifts, they didn’t. Lost day.
I started my taxes this morning. Spent the afternoon volunteering at Fabmo and now I’m dead tired. I have a sore throat and tight chest. Not sure if I’m coming down with something or having a mild heart attack.
My daughter has been gathering up donations with different “themes” each month to be given to children in her community that are either in foster care or homeless. She has been setting up dropoff locations for items at different places around town. We went to a local kids haircut and “glamor” party place that is going to keep a basket available this month. My granddaughter got a haircut and they sprayed her hair pink! We set up a webform to list donations too. It’s on Facebook under “It Takes A Village” if you want to “like” it.
I helped write a grant for a non-profit that I’ve been helping with during the day. Then later that evening we went bowling with my daughters step brothers and sisters and her neighbors. My little 2 year old granddaughter loves to bowl. I think she came close to my terrible score with her lane bumpers and ball rolling rack.
I went to stay with my daughter while she was having some medical issues. She had a stack of sewing projects waiting for me. This one was lots of fun. She did the decorations and I made the table cover. The kids had a great time with it except that I used pool foam noodles to cover the table bottom edges. The darn toddlers keep taking them off. Silly kids.
I overslept because we were at Berkley watching my boyfriends brother’s movie open and then we hung out with him, a famous movie director and a gaggle of theoretical physicists until after midnight. When I woke up I had to dash over to the library to help staff Sew-Sew Saturday. The group included a homeless man mending his clothes, a Chinese couple teaching their 7 year old to sew, a woman hemming pants, and a grama practicing with the sewing machine so she can come back next week and hem some drapes for her daughter.
Then I had to run out and get a cocktail dress for a friends 60th birthday. Found something wonderful and some glittery boots on sale for $8. Baked some cookies and made an appetizer and off we went to San Francisco.
It was such a party. His friend hosted it in a loft/photography studio. It was a really interesting place to live and also have a party. He had tons of friends there, a bunch of people playing their guitars, and lots of nice vegetarian food. Some folks did the attire right and others just didn’t. I couldn’t wear my boots because I discovered a broken zipper right as I tried to put them on.
I remembered how I used to feel that it was important to mingle at parties and learn a little about everyone that was there. I have no idea why I thought that this was important but I spent years doing it. Now I don’t care. I just find someone that I like and talk to them. I’m not very good at small talk and seem to always fall into this habit of talking at length at anything that I think may be interesting. I always want to hear peoples stories but then I jump in when I think I have something interesting to say and I’m off. Terrible. I don’t have the need to know everyone anymore. I just talk to the people that I already know and may meet a couple more by chance. Interesting.