Thursday, January 29, 2009

How to handle a stressful job

Ladies and gents, today we have for you a tip about how to handle a stressful job:

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It's simple - just keep this window open on your computer desktop at work and gaze at once an hour (or more if needed, but not so much that you are caught and then get into real trouble). adoring sighs and mutterings seem to increase the relaxing effect.
This method have been tested by my team and I and has been found to work 90% of the time (our other coordinator is such a cynic).
Good luck!

(Oh, yeah. The darn camera is still dead. Blah. Well, at least i supplied you with kitties, right?)


Saturday, January 24, 2009

Thank you!

Thank you so much for the kind words about my grandfather. It means a lot to my family and me. Thank you so so much.

And a second thank you goes out to the Whipup crew for writing about my little studio! I'm incredibly flattered. Our camera is dead, so no new photos (besides - it's a mess. Again) with Helga (my new sewing machine. What? That sounds perfectly Viking, right?), but here's one, some more details and the whipup link (yeah, I'm just a smidge proud of myself).
Thanks for visiting!

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Thursday, January 22, 2009

Goodbye, Grandpa

Just a couple of hours after we got into Philly for our friends' wedding we got the news that my grandpa had passed away. He has been sick for quite a while. The last few years his health was poor, and he became a shadow of his former funny, laid back and friendly self. They think he had a stroke and he was hospitalized with the grim notion that the only thing we could do was keep him comfortable. Then he deteriorated and within a week, he was gone. He was my dad's dad, and although we didn't see him as often as we'd like to, we have plenty of fond memories. How he'd invite us to his little store at the beginning of every school year and we'd pick out whatever we needed (and some stuff we didn't too), how we had so many books growing up from when he worked at the printing press, how he'd always have a cat (or five) hanging out and taking over his yard, how he'd have some really funny treats waiting for us when we came to visit (like that one time we had frozen grapes because he wanted to cool them off for us but forgot them in the freezer. That was actually pretty good!), how he'd amuze us by wiggling his ears (my dad and sister can do it too, but she's a living proof of evolution as she can wiggle them each ear separately)...

He passed away over two weeks ago, but I just couldn't bring myself to talk about it. I know it was time, and that he didn't suffer, and that he's more comfortable wherever he is right now, if there is such a place, but I haven't seen him or my family for so long it's been really killing me. It's been four years since I saw him last, and even though I know he most likely would recognize me for a flickering moment only, it still sucks. It sucks that I couldn't be there for the funeral, and with my family, and to hug my dad. It sucks that I don't have any recent photos with him, that his smell is something I have to struggle to remember, that I've been so totally out of the picture for so long. That he couldn't come to my wedding, and never met Ant, all because I moved my life away. That I never got to say goodbye. It just... adds to the extra suckiness of losing someone you love.

My dad put together a flickr set with some photos of him throughout our family history here. This is my favorite, it's so tender. It's sad to watch them, but also fun to bring back good memories, and funny to see the parade of bad haircuts and progression of people you know from smiley kids to grumpy teens to serious adults. That's my family, folks - and I love them and miss them to bits. This summer, I promise בירושלים הבנויה.