Shield of Hand

more turkey remnants

I spent Monday in SYNC HELL.  Seems that I was using Dropbox incorrectly to upload my files I was trying to send hither and yon, so I messed about with it for a long time, emailing the recipient, a very patient woman I do say, every minute and a half to see if I figured it out yet.  NEver did, but had to go screeching down the the Apple store for my appointment for them to figure out what was wrong with my phone, but between the minute I discovered that there was something wrong and the minute I was to leave to go get it fixed, it fixed itself SO I kept the appointment to see why none of my stuff was syncing any longer.  I dragged the phone, the iPad, and my laptop down there and through the empty mall to the jammed up full Apple store.  And in no time he explained that this is happening to everybody, I am not old-stupid-and intheway like I thought (yet.)  I was fixed, I lugged the stuff back to the car, and raced back to the studio to get on the now-operable phone with the poor woman who was waiting for my files to miraculously appear.  We finally got a phone line between us and figured out the problem source (natch, me!) and away the files went, whooosh.

This all took from 9 in the morning until 3 in the afternoon.  And all I did was sync, which sure made me feel out of sync.  I went home and made a fabulous dinner of slow roasted chicken thighs and pumpkin sage gnocchi.  Both were just plain not good, but they sure sound good, don't they?  Tonight the remaining thighs will reappear as a chicken pot pie.  The gnocchi won't reappear because I ate so many I felt sick, kept thinking they SHOULD taste better.  But I like the Idea of them and will manipulate it a bit until it is a keeper.  I am discovering that internet recipes are usually not test-kitchened reliably, instead are written by well intentioned bloggers, and as things SHOULD taste better, I also SHOULD pay more heed.

Yesterday I was scheduled to help get things ready for the Special Olympics golf event coming up here, so was incarcerated at the Capital Grill all morning stuffing goody bags.  Poor me, we stayed for lunch, then hauled all the baggies back to a holding place until they are given out.  And it was about 3 by the time I got home, a day pretty much spent, but I scrambled back to the studio to print my sock pattern out so I can start it and have something to work on in the evenings.  That took a bunch of time because I don't just press 'print', instead I mess about for awhile and get ready to finally leave and realize I forgot to print the pattern so have to stay another 30 minutes doing that.

Have you ever seen a more disorganized mind?

ALL this is to say I am busy as all get out, but accomplishing very little.  Today I am actually glued to a seat working on the Four Turkeys piece, but I am tired of appliqué already and need to do something else.