Wednesday, July 19, 2017


Just a quick "Hello."

Thank you to all of you who have written comments and great, encouraging emails. I've spent a grand total of barely over 20 minutes on the computer since I started my new job last Saturday (7/15). Somehow it seems as though it's been a lot longer than that.

I haven't tried to cram so much info into this brain in years. I actually came home Sunday night and told my husband, "Teacher, my brain is full!"

The pieces of info are starting to shuffle themselves around into meaningful clumps. I need to put a useful flow together now.

The hotel is beautiful. The people are great. It's amazing to meet new people from all over the world every day. A great couple arrived yesterday for a one week stay. The man is Japanese and the woman is Swiss. They are hysterical as they discuss the differences in their cultures. Another couple spent 36 hours traveling to get here from Paris.

The job is accomplishing one of the main things I was hoping for. So many people that travel from all over the world to spend a week here, and I'm blessed to wake up here every day.

My jaded "take it for granted" attitude is already fading.

Today I don't go to work until 3p, so I'm going to go visit all of your blogs that I've been missing.

I hope you're having a great week.


Friday, July 14, 2017

What would I do without you, Lizzy.

Thanks to dearest Liz,  I am no longer unemployed.

Liz, due to your comment yesterday, I put in an online application at 10:59a for a front desk job at a small, boutique resort with 26 rooms. (They are very nice rooms that include three penthouse units.)

I got a call at 11:30a for an interview at 1:30p. It was so hot, I almost jumped into the pool while I was waiting, but I didn't think that would make a good first impression. (They may have forgiven me since it's 90F today.)

I had a new job by 2:15p.

The job is 7 minutes from my home.

I start at 7a tomorrow morning.

Aren't you the smart one, Ms. Liz.

I so appreciate all the words of encouragement and ideas that you have all shared with me.

I wish we could sit together in person for just one afternoon. Until then, here's a virtual iced tea for us to share:

You're the best.


Wednesday, July 12, 2017

It was an interesting interview...

The interview was a perfect example of everything I've been taught -not- to do when interviewing someone.

The woman who interviewed me had been roped into it. She was busy, distracted, and disinterested. I overheard her tell someone that she had to interview someone, but to wait for her because it would only take a couple of minutes. Actually, I got 14 minutes of her time.

It was a great exercise in holding someone's attention (whether they wanted to pay attention to you or not).

To be fair, she was one of two team leads in the grocery department...and the load had just come in this morning.

It's nice to see real life examples of what works in business and what doesn't work so well.

I'm off to look for another place to work. I'm still waiting to hear from CVS (Longs).

It may be time to start my career in the food service industry. I saw on the way home that Jack in the Box, McDonald's, Panda Express, and Taco Bell are all hiring in my neighborhood. lol.

I hope you're having a great day.


Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Online Target application done by 10a.

And I got a call for an interview tomorrow at 11a at 11a.

She kept asking if I'd be interested in a shift that started at 4a. Guess they're short someone who's willing to start at 4a.

It's interesting how they schedule. They tell you upfront that they can schedule you 0 - 40 hours a week. The more you cross train and the more you're willing to work call outs, the more hours you get.

I like that they're upfront about it.

Tomorrow ought to be interesting.

Thank you for all your support and encouragement.

I think we're about to find out if these well used feet...actually this whole well used body...can keep up with the young lions.

Do you know this saying?

"Age and treachery will overcome youth and skill."
We'll see if my motto holds up.

I hope you're week is going well.


Monday, July 10, 2017

I gave myself a quiet day today...

I think things kind of caught up with me today.

So I'm listening to the silence and trying to be quiet myself.

Back at it tomorrow.


Friday, July 7, 2017

My first job application is in...

I just put in my first online job application to:
It's a brisk 3-minute walk from my house. (OK, truthfully, it may be closer to a 5-minute moderate walk in my current physical condition.)

Their application included an online employment test. It was a test of the applicant's customer service attitude and work ethic. Not a math question to be seen, which was fine with me. lol

Monday I'm applying to Target. It's an 8-mile trip all the way into town. (Can you believe I used to commute 2.5 hours each way during the Silicon Valley, California silliness? Now 8 miles seems like a trek across the prairie.)

I'm going to treat myself to a afternoon cup of tea and a nap. Ah, unemployment. I best enjoy it while I can. With hope, I'll be working soon.

I hope you have a wonderful weekend.


Thursday, July 6, 2017

To the beach...three days in a row

These are not nearly as much fun as Lizzy's trips to her beach, but it's a start.

From my driveway there's a little public access path:
Here's the south view that opens up to a public space:
And here's the north view that looks toward a palm tree grove:
Off in the distance is Kaho'olawe, the smallest of the eight main Hawaiian Islands:
And here's our little beach looking north. The land you see is the west side of Maui:
I notice I didn't take a pic straight out from where I was sitting on the beach. It seems odd to me. After all, that's where I was actually looking most of the time. I guess my brain saved the pic...I'll get one for you to see next time.

I sat and read for a while. A new-to-me series by Alex Kava:
Next time, I'm taking Ravioli Quilt blocks to make. I can't quite find a convenient sewing bag to take along, but I'll find one.

No job hunting until Monday.

Thank you all for your support and good wishes as I start this new adventure. How I love adventures.

I hope you have a great weekend.


Wednesday, July 5, 2017

I'm a free woman...

I'm unemployed.

How strange.

How wonderful.

I have a little sunburn for the first time in months.

I've gone to the beach two days in a row.

My beach is covered with these:
I'm not sure what they are. My neighbor said she thinks they are Azaleas.

I'm off to work on the Ravioli quilt and to binge watch Cutthroat Kitchen.


Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Four working days to go...

So much silliness at work, I decided to take the holiday off.

I'm glad I did.

Not great pics, but I bet you can guess how I spent my day.

I forgot what it is like to really relax. My shoulders were down where they belong rather than in my ears.

And my dreams last night were my own again...they were not about work.

Wishing you a great Fourth of July and a great rest of the week.

In almost freedom.


Saturday, July 1, 2017

Five business days left...

To be honest, I'm not counting working today (Saturday) or the 4th of July. Both are optional, so I've convinced myself they don't count toward the end of this adventure.

(Delusion is sometimes a great state to experience.)

Each day, since I gave notice, has provided validation that I have made the right decision.

A sarcastic word here, an angry voice there, anger everywhere.

A pep talk to myself:
Change is hard for people and as our company changes and mutates so does the uncertainty and fear. All normal, but all very unpleasant. I stayed as long as I could to help, but it's time for me to go.

I'm collecting applications. Target. CVS (Longs). Ben Franklin Craft Store. Even Walmart.

I have told only a few of my closest friends that I'm leaving. And how I do enjoy the look on their faces when I tell them what type of job I want to do.

Actually, some of them are horrified.

From Business Manager to store clerk or courtesy clerk.

It is my dream. No desk that has paper with a million things to do. One thing off if I'm lucky during each day. Five projects added.

Never done. Always stressful.

At a store. No carryover from day-to-day. A fresh start each day. Only dealing with screaming feet (OK, maybe a whole screaming body). Rude tourists, but they pass by quickly. A cranky boss (I can deal).

Minimum wage. I didn't even know it was $9.25 per hour with a promise of $10.10 in 2018.

It means no out food unless there's a desperate need. One car so one of us takes the bus, a bike, or walks. Deciding what's absolutely critical.

And it all sounds like Heaven.

To the beach every day. Making ravioli. Reading. Writing. All those things that wait for a stolen moment here and there.

And the energy that now goes to the "business" and "other" people, being spent on Dear Husband, our relationship, and myself.


Wishing you happiness and a wonderful weekend.


Thursday, June 29, 2017

8 work days left and counting...

I started shredding files yesterday. It felt so good. I had files back to 2010 that no one else would ever need. People who I wanted to remember that attended meetings and other info that would be meaningless to anyone else.

I slept last night for 4.5 hours straight. That's the most I've slept in a row with no "work" dreams in months. I actually woke up feeling as though I slept instead of thinking, "Wow, I'm still tired."

It would have been so much fun to stay home, make ravioli quilt blocks, mop the kitchen, and do laundry. But I promised I'd be here until the end of the work day Monday, July 10.

I'm so sorry I was raised to give two weeks notice.

I hope you're having a great day and a great week. I have actually made four ravioli by hand this week. I remember now how much I like working by hand.

I'm going to sew the blocks together on the machine...and maybe make some blocks on the machine. I am so much more accurate by hand.

Take care and I can't wait until I have time to visit your blog and read all the back posts I have missed.


Tuesday, June 27, 2017

I just gave my notice at work

I'll have more time to quilt and enjoy life starting on July 11, 2017.

And I'll have time to learn to cook rice and Spam from Costco, too.

Back to minimum wage to find a quiet, simpler life.

Lizzy, when you mentioned Michael's it inspired me. The first application I'm turning in is at Ben Franklin. ;-)

Talk to you soon.


Monday, June 12, 2017

Dear sewing machine diary...

Note to self:

- Don't go weeks between sewing sessions. It was like I was starting over from scratch.

- Never, ever, never, ever, never am I going to play with anything that involves touching one of the three dials on my machine.
It took me an incredible amount of time to get everything set again so I could do a great looking straight line.

- It's a witch of a thing when the automatic needle threader almost works. The key word being almost.

I've been trying all the tricks my personal sewing teacher (the Internet) suggested. I finally got out my tiny wired manual needle threader. It sort of works. Actually, it works better than the one on the machine.

I got so frustrated that I starting taking the needle out, threading it, and then putting it back on the machine. I do remember actually threading the needle right on the machine without even a needle threader. Now I can't actually even tell there's a hole in the needle.

There is, at least, another 5 x 5 section of ravioli done.

And just to show you how starved I am for making things, here's what caught my eye today. I immediately started trying to figure out what I could make with it as I was dialing my work insurance company to file a claim for a shattered 2007 Toyota Yaris back window.
And no, you don't want to know anything about the shattered back Yaris window other than new good news that no one was hurt.

I close reminding myself that:
Miss you.


Thursday, June 1, 2017

Just saying, "Hi."

Missing you.

Not a stitch sewn, although I keep going into my sewing room just to soak up the happy, relaxed vibe.

When I see my ravioli, I think of you and I imagine you happily sewing away. It gives me comfort to imagine you sitting in the sunshine and stitching away.

I looked at my package of 100, bright, shiny sewing machine needles. At this rate they'll last me into the next century.

I can imagine someone down the years saying, "Why did that woman have a package of 100 sewing machine needles?" OK, 99...I put one in the machine, but I haven't actually used it to make a stitch.

Can you tell I'm still at work and starting to get silly? lol.

Love and hugs to you.


Thursday, May 25, 2017

Don't pay the ransom...I've escaped...

For a few minutes. I've miss you all so much. I haven't touched a ravioli since I made my tassel in the last post. Work is being all encompassing. It may be about over.

So this is how I am after work being work and in the middle of everything...moving my office.

I'm bathed in sunshine, and a little wilted. OK, I'm a lot wilted, but keeping upright. 
 I'm holding hope in my heart that I'll even get to sew one ravioli this weekend.

And just imagine the treasures I'll get to enjoy when I get to read all your blog entries.

Aloha, and I hope life is treating you well.


Sunday, May 14, 2017

Dear sewing machine diary...

Lizzy, I put the other foot back on and no more clunking.

I was minding my own business trying to make another little group of ravioli.

I found out just how handy a seam ripper can be when the bobbin thread somehow raps around the bobbin.

Or, at least, that's what it looked like.

Look! I made a pom pom (tassel) mess.

I miss you all.

And for some reason, the text of my blog post turned blue. Except for this note about the text turning blue. Sigh.

Sunday, May 7, 2017

The Universe, fate, or whatever can (verb) itself...

And along those lines, I sat down at the sewing machine to put a few ravioli together. I thought I could simply not breathe another moment if I didn't create something. Something that no one could take away from me or criticize or try to change.

Here were the rules and the instructions to the Universe. There were:

None. Zero. Not a one. Zilch. Less than one. None.

No matter what the sewing machine did or does. (See the previous post.)

The same color can land next to itself or not.

The seams can match up or not.

Many, if not most things lately, I have had to accept that I don't or can't control them.

The Ravioli Quilt isn't one of them.

Witness the truth of it:

I love it. Every single stitch. Every crooked seam. The two little matching squares sitting side-by-side.

I'm even over the occasional clunk the machine makes when I sew a little too fast. (Although I will admit, I keep expecting to break another needle. I can't figure out what's hitting what, but the dear machine I have named Turtle sews on.)

I guess her name is Turtle because she and I stitch slowly along. We're a little slow, but we don't stop. We keep moving forward. No matter what.

Peace and love.

Oh, and does your machine have a name?

Dear Sewing Machine Diary

After several weeks of things that kept me away from the ravioli, I went upstairs and made 10 of the little darlings.

Then I decided I was going to change to the 1/4 inch piecing foot.

Changing feet is one of those things that very easy once you know how to do it. I figured it out and was pretty pleased with myself...until I started to sew.

The sound of a sewing machine needle breaking is an interesting sound. Not at all like I expected.

So I brought out the package of needles that the fabric store sold me. I couldn't get them to go into the sewing machine needle spot and stay in. I knew I had seen a small thing of needles in with all the attachments that came with my Brother 65. Here's what I bought and here's what I had.
A needle from the old pack fit right in. I can't see a difference in the two needles, but I swear, one works and one doesn't.

I looked and looked and found a post to an old Brother forum that said these needles will fit a Brother 65.
So while I was pondering the whole needle thing, I put in one of the "green package" needles (that has a red head if that's important). I slowly peeked while I lowered the needle and sure enough, the needle would have hit the foot if I'd slammed it down.

To make a long story short, I finally figured out that I had to move the needle over. Another fun adventure of finding out which wheel moved the needle over. (Yes, I did have the manual. Yes, it's not bad when you actually know what you're looking for.)

Now I'm a little over sewing. I'm still pondering if the needles at Amazon will work. And I'm still puzzling why "universal" needles may not be so universal.

At least I actually got 10 ravioli made. And I should be able to string a few of them together. (I just couldn't wait until all the ravioli were done to start seeing a little progress...hence the 1/4 inch piecing foot.)

A short word about my absence.

Life seems to choose to make it's most interesting twists when we're happily making plans and thinking we're almost in control. At least that's what a friend and I decided over tea.

And life happened all over the place in the last few weeks.

I thank you for your notes of love and concern. This blog remains a stress free zone, so only pleasant thoughts here. I can hardly wait to treat myself tonight by catching up on what you've all been doing.

I'll be reading even though I still might not be posting much.

Know I'm thinking about you.

Friday, April 28, 2017

I'm alive...mostly.

Just wanted to drop in and say, "Hi."

I've worked over 50 hours each week for the last 5 weeks.

In survival mode.

Thinking of you and I'll catch up as soon as I can see daylight.

Hugs and Aloha,

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Does anyone remember the Duck and Cover drills in school?

Did you participate in the Duck and Cover drills in school?

For those of you who missed them, you didn't miss much.

The basic premise was that if there was an atomic bomb explosion, we were to get under our desks,  and cover up our heads and necks. Even at a very young age, it didn't seem that was going to help much.

We drug ourselves home last night after working 30 hours in 2 days. We plopped on the couch and noticed this:
Bill the Cat had figured out his own version of Duck and Cover.

We had a great laugh which felt really, really good.

It's funny how stuff like that happens. One of us must have pushed him off the couch without noticing...or Bill really does know the benefit of Duck and Cover.

Thank you for all your emails of support. We have help and support arriving Monday.

Aloha, and I hope you're having a great week.

Monday, April 17, 2017

"Beware of the Blob"...

Aloha, and welcome this fine Monday.

First, I often forget that not everyone watched the ancient "Friday Night Creature Feature" movie program, or Saturday morning science fiction movies.

The Blob is a movie made in 1958 about a creature from outer space that looked and moved like a horrible, gelatinous hunk of growing and destructive Silly Putty.

I think it was Steve McQueen's first major movie. I'll still watch it, even though the title song is so bad it makes toes curl.

My goal of sewing raviolis Sunday afternoon gave way to a few minutes Sunday evening. Here is the state of my sewing room futon:
The quilt on the left is a doodle quilt I call "Window Cats." I bought a curtain rod so I can hang it on the wall behind the futon, but I'm not sure when that's going to happen.

I'm pretty sure the photo is fuzzy, but my eyes have finally given up seeing straight and I snapped one pic on the way out the door this morning.

The quilt to the right is just gifted squares sewn together.

Both of the quilts are hand pieced, and the cat quilt is hand quilted.

There were 100 ravioli ready to sew on the seat of the futon. I actually got 10 done last evening.

Today, a picture of this is hanging on my work desk as well as my sewing room door at home:
My new goal is to go right up to my sewing room whatever time I get home from work, and sew 10 raviolis. I'm hoping doing something so special when I get home, it will make a clean division between work hours and home hours. I'll let you know how it works. lol.

Aloha, and I hope you're having a great day.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Work is acting like the Blob...

Silly work stuff is totally trying to take over my real life.

I'm letting it have this week, and then I'm kicking it out of my time away from the work day.

I should be back posting this weekend.

On on happier note.

I have 150 ravioli completed, and have cut out enough squares for 100 more.

It's fun to see it won't take me 10 years to get to a total of 380 ravioli. :-)

I hope you're having a great week.


Thursday, April 6, 2017

Attitude adjustment...

When work gets a little nuttier than usual, it requires extra effort for me to leave it all at work.

Making a cup of tea when I get home, and setting this friend out where I'm sitting, always helps:
Once upon a time, I made bears to sell. All of them were out of 100% wool. Leilani (Heavenly Flowers) is the only one I made out of polyester as a practice bear.

I fell in love with her.

It's amazing, every bear had his or her own face. No two were alike. 

They were crocheted in pieces and then the loops were cut and brushed out. They were very labor intensive and trying to charge for them wasn't worth it. So I started giving them away.

All but Leilani.

Do you have something you've made that never fails to make you smile?

I hope you're having a great week.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The funniest thing about sewing again?

As I posted last time, the only time I spent any amount of time using a sewing machine was over (mumble...mumble...mumble) years ago.

And yet my left hand automatically keeps reaching to the back to lift the foot. I think that must have been where the lever was on the old treadle sewing machine.

All well and good, but the lever to lift the foot on my Brother is at the right of the foot underneath the machine.

(At least I hope that's what my left hand is doing. It would be scary if it's waving around for no good reason.)

Who would think muscle memory could last that long?

Aloha and I hope you're having a great day.


Sunday, April 2, 2017

I love my sewing machine...

I've only really used a sewing machine when I was forced to take Home Economics in 8th grade.

"Forced" being the key word.

No one wanted to use an old, "junky" sewing machine that someone had donated to the school. It was a very ancient Singer treadle sewing machine. Since no one wanted to use it, I spent a whole semester using it for several horrible sewing projects.

This is my machine:

I've had this sewing machine for several years, but never did much with it. It's a Brother XR-65T and I think I bought it in 2005. It's spent most of it's life buried in the back of the closet space under my stairs.

My friend told me to toss this and get a "decent" machine. But I thought, "What the heck. I already have this one."

Tonight I needed some alone time, so I headed up to my stress-free zone room and started playing. I was getting a little tired of making ravioli squares by hand.

Here's a quick summary of how it went:
  • Sew a side, take the square off the machine, pin the next side, repeat.
  • Wonder if I just shouldn't go back to doing them by hand since it was taking me so long to make one on the machine.
  • Pinning all four sides and poking myself as I tried to sew.
  • Deciding I wasn't going to kill myself if I started sewing faster than one stitch each minute.
  • Sewing over pins and trying to remember if that was good or bad.
  • Deciding it was bad when the needle hit a pin.
  • Giving up and sewing a ravioli without putting any pins in.
  • Ending up with only one ravioli that I'm actually going to have to rip and make again.
I have these:
This is one awful pic of 27 ravioli.

I only stopped because I ran out of muslin backing squares.

I'm glad I ran out because I'm really hungry and very thirsty.

But also very happy. I had so much fun and I'm in a much better frame of mind to face Monday.

I hope you have a great week.

Saturday, April 1, 2017


I spent many years as a technical writer/documentation manager in the Silicon Valley. I also wrote "stuff" and edited a few books for a publisher or two.

Tech writing is a sneaky way to get paid for writing. It contributed to my early retirement and 10 years in Maui without really working. Dear Husband and I call it reverse retirement. We had a lot of fun knowing that we would have to go back to work and stay in the harness until we drop.

Our reasoning? We could have 10 years of pure fun and then have other people pay us to slow down.

We've never regretted our decision for a second.

So now I write as a fun, sideline thing. Hence, I edit very rarely, as you have undoubtedly noticed if you've visited here before.

I'm moving my pen and paper writing prompts back online since I realized it would be easier to keep up. My writing blog, Hunter on Maui Writes, will be a collection of my writing prompts that I use during National Novel Writing Month or whenever I feel like writing and my brain is too tired to think.

I received a few emails from people who missed my rude prompt that posted when I was trying to add a second page to this blog and wondered what I said. It's over there.

My prompts can get very rude since I channel a muse that is crazy. (That's my story and I'm sticking to it.)

Now back to my regular posts here. Visit my other blog and comment if you're so inclined. Also, feel free to use my prompts if you like.


Friday, March 31, 2017

It's just one of those days...

I created a writing prompt page and Blogger decided to index it along with my recent posts.

It had to be a rude prompt, of course.

If you saw it, I'm sorry.

If you didn't see it. Never mind. 

Skulking back to my writing desk now.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Today is a green day...

I recently had some bionic eye work done (cataract surgery).

Each day my brain seems to grab onto another color that's popping out at me. The other day it was blue. There's been a red day, an orange day, and a yellow day.

Today is a green day.

I know these pics don't capture all the greens around here today, but I thought I'd try to capture them for you and for me.

I feel so blessed every day to see so well. It's just a little short of three weeks since my surgery and there hasn't been a day that's gone by that I haven't been grateful.

Colors are keeping me working on the Ravioli quilt even though my work life is trying to infringe on real life.

What colors do you see today?