Seeing as how I have some extra time on my hands these days, not having a job and all, I’ve been trying to do something constructive with at least some of my time, besides sending out cover letters and resumes. Of course, I can come up with all kinds of good ideas that never make it into the light of day because they get sucked away by the evil, destructive forces of The Internet and The Spider Solitaire. I could have such an interesting life if I didn’t get drawn into these semi-mindless, repetitive time-fillers. And yet, there must be more of the internet out there that I missed! I can’t stop now!
Last week, I decided to build some more of the little Swedish stools I’ve talked about before. I made four of them, thinking, maybe someone will buy them on Etsy. I plan on eventually going into production mode and mass-producing them for Ikea (because they’re Swedish, Ikea is Swedish, I see some chemistry…) but I just can’t engineer the flat-pack, which is at the core of all Ikea designs. They’re obsessed with it. I also haven’t worked in any fiberboard or bolts for the ubiquitous Allen wrench that is mandatory with every Ikea furniture product. I’m working on it, though, so watch for them to appear in commercials sometime in the spring.
Here is a nice trio:
They’ve out in my parent’s garage with a first coat of paint, just waiting for some more. Then they’ll be waiting for some nice person (like you) to adopt them and take them home. Just look at their little tails wag. I think they like you!
Ms. H. has also helped me out, giving me little challenges in the last two days. Besides sending out a job application every day, I also have things I need to do. Yesterday there were two things: go someplace new and do something new. My new thing to do was to eat cabbage, which we got in our CSA share. It was pretty good, and purple. We always say that anything would taste pretty good if you sautee it in oil, but hey, who can argue with trying new vegatables. My new place to go was Middlesex Fells, a big chunk of land north of Medford with miles and miles of trails. I hiked up a hill with an old stone tower on it and a nice view of Boston. Clearly, many other people think it’s a nice view, too, because they left all their Coors Light boxes, cigarette butts, and broken bottles up there until they come back to get them. The tower was locked, of course, and someone spray painted "HELL IS REAL JESUS IS SAWIOR" on the door, just so we know. It may be the woods, but it is an urban woods.
The other way I kept it all interesting and new for myself was that I walked there. And not just straight there from our apartment, but all crookedly, going out to Arlington first on the bike path and then cutting back northeast to Medford. All told, I walked 13 miles yesterday, which is a lot. It wouldn’t get me quite to Fitchburg if I was HDT, but it’s a start.