Showing posts with label fun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fun. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Gold Star Day.

I have to admit publicly that I spend most days at work looking forward to my next day off. I hardly think I'm alone in this. So when the day off ends up being both productive and fun its an epic win for the Olson clan. I can happily say that today was one of those days. Which is fun to type since most days of the week I find myself muttering 'oh, I guess its gonna be one of those days.'

I spent a large chunk of the day in my basement silkscreening Team Liam T-shirts for the March of Dimes walk which is at the end of the month. Mel, a friend of ours brought the equipment and the know how. She draw up an excellent logo for the shirts a few weeks ago and has donated a lot of her time and ability to the project. Karin and I appreciate it more than she probably knows.

The shirts came together wonderfully. A happy accident with color choice drove us in a direction I probably wouldn't have picked in the planning stages and actually gave us a better product; I am so happy with how these came out. Our original logo color just didn't POP against the bold material color we chose. Some quick improvising and paint mixing on Mel's part had us up and running quickly and after a few test runs we were banging them out easily. I was on board and hanger duty as I prepped the new shirts for screening and hung those freshly screened. I would later spend the early evening ironing all of the shirts to set the paint so that it won't wash out.


We could have uploaded the logo Mel designed for us to some website like Cafe Press and had nice, pretty, perfectly centered and printed shirts. Normal shirts. But nothing in Liam's life has led us in a normal direction and we've always ended up better for it. Each shirts is unique. Sure a few ended up perfectly centered and perfectly printed; but they're snowflakes. Some fade in at the top, a few feature a small line through the logo due to a crease in the board, vintage looks abound on the first couple of shirts that were printed just a slight shade less as we learned how much the material soaked up ink, a wrinkle here a tiny smudge there make them all perfect. I love them all and only wish we had made a whole lot more than we did. It makes me happy that instead of signing for a delivery we rolled up our sleeves and made something for the team.

I won't post the logo here yet. I'm saving that until after the walk. I'm sure that the internets will be flooded with Team Liam shirts by then since we are currently leading all RI teams for donations no thanks to me. I need to greatly increase my efforts but since I work in a facility with March of Dimes staff my market is already flooded. I can't ask my family because they are all already team members. I've got some ideas though and hope to make a dent this weekend. My family and especially Liam's 2 grandmothers have been working their butts off for this wonderful event and charity and I'm so proud of the whole team. Even if you can't give please click the link to the right to learn more about the March of Dimes mission.

During all of this fun Liam had an OT appointment and again gets a figurative Gold Star. He was tracking objects and hitting switches like a big boy. Karin learned a whole bunch more stretches and exercises to teach me and we set our new short term goals for his progress. Before he could fall asleep on the floor like usually does after PT or OT we scooped him into the stroller to enjoy the rest of the afternoon outside in the sunshine.

We took a leisurely stroll through the neighborhood taking streets we usually never turn down and enjoying the warm springtime breeze. A breeze not strong enough to keep Liam awake as he fell asleep within two blocks of the house. We ended up at the Dairy-Bee, the neighborhood ice cream shop of my youth, for an afternoon ice cream cone. Does a day get any better than that?

A funny thing happened on the walk as the three of us came to a busy intersection down the street from the house. "The Square" is one of those normal small town traffic light intersection but one that is fairly easy to cross on foot. The traffic lights allow for plenty of time to cross and the Nuttin buttons on the Don't Walk signs actually produce results most of the time. We approached the intersection just as the light changed and were ready to wait for the cycle to run through when a police cruiser in line to pass in front of us stopped midway through and put on his lights while turning to block the oncoming lane which contained 5 or 6 cars about to reach the light. And then he waved us through. He waved us through. A whole lot of fanfare for something that would have happened in a few seconds had we waited for the light to change. I thanked the cop and we pushed across the street as the oncoming cars wondered what the fuss was about. I have to say I wondered what the fuss was about. I mean, don't get me wrong it was a cool gesture and I do appreciate cops (or people in general) to do nice things for people and this was definitely a nice thing but the light would have changed eventually. It just seemed so weird, but it was kind of cool too.

Liam woke up by the time we got home and stayed awake for most of the day. Since he didn't fall asleep until after 9pm I'm hoping he stays asleep most of the night for us. With the nursing situation as it is our routine for the gym and other errands has been completely thrown out of whack. We'll get back to it. As much as we like our routine Liam has taught us not to rely on them. Too bad too because I could get used to days like today.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

My Writing Process

I know, I know people are asking me all the time. "With all that time spent sitting on the couch watching TV how do you find the time to blog so often?" The blistering productivity of almost 2 whole posts a week doesn't come easy folks, but since so many of you, my darling readers, are wondering I'm going to let you all behind the curtain. To see how I play the wizard to this blogging Oz of mine.


I have been perfecting my writing process since college. Through all the blogs I've started and then lost interest. All of the short stories I've started, and of course the book that when published is going to make me an overnight success. Every couple of months I get all hyped up about writing and I rush to the bookstore and buy a new Moleskine notebook. Usually I'll pick up a mechanical pencil or a fancy pen because, you know, I've got nothing better to spend my money on like food and rent. I take it home and fill out the reward if found blank on the inside cover with "A nice chat over a couple of beers" and start writing down all the witty things I'm always thinking. Story ideas, character sketches, book reviews, the works. I carry it with me from room to room in the house and it comes back and forth to work with me. The pocket in the back may even get a cool newspaper clipping or funny fortune from the Chinese take-out from last night. I refer to it. I number the pages and date each entry. I do all this for about 2 or 3 days.


Then I sit in front of the computer. I read articles online and check in on all my favorite blogs before I buckle down and really get to what I'm truly gifted at. You'll never find someone so good at procrastinating. It really is a talent of mine. Tomorrow since its my day off I'll really have the time to write something. Tomorrow since we have a nurse I'll really get into some good blog posts. Tomorrow I'll work on that post about health care or the book review and I haven't even talked about what my favorite movies are yet. I have a shit load of writing to do tomorrow. I am always busy tomorrow.


The moleskine stays in the backpack for a day. My hands feel less restricted not having to carry anything or I'll wear the pants that don't have any pockets big enough for my little notebook and then all of a sudden a week has gone by and I haven't jotted a single note. I post a compilation of one and two sentence thoughts but nothing resembling an essay or fully composed piece on my blog. I forget about writing my book, short story or screenplay. The idea for a one act play sounds juvenile and uninteresting and why would I want to really try my hand at writing anyway? I don't have the time. Top Chef is about to start their finale this week and The Patriots were on Monday night football tonight. Can you believe how intense last week's Criminal Minds was? Besides, How can I expect to score 300,000 points on Bejeweled Blitz (using The Wife's facebook account no less) without putting in some serious practice every night? Priorities. Oh yeah, I've got a kid at home too, but we've got enough of the serious meds here to knock him out pretty good. How else we supposed to get anything done around here? [DISCLAIMER * DISCLAIMER * I like to try writing jokes every now and again. Don't bother with the email and comments about drugging my kid to get him to sleep. For that we use Scotch. Blended, because Liam can't tell which is the good stuff yet.] A week turns to a month and BAM! its been over a year and the photoblog hasn't had new photo posted. Or the Super Bowl just happened and I haven't posted in the baseball blog since the All-Star break. Its how I work. Its my "method".


I know what your thinking but its not as hard as it looks to be a "writer" and "blogger" who doesn't write. You can do it too if you really work hard at your procrastination skills. Thinking about trying something is just about as good as trying something right? I'm going to write that novel, short story, blog piece and screenplay.


I'll start them all.


Tomorrow.