Month: October 2008

Halloween Day

As befits Halloween, the day began with blood. Patch had one of those spontaneous bloody noses that leak so dramatically. We washed up all the blood just in time for me to cover my hands in red goo. The teenage vampire needed red streaks in her hair. She also needed black streaks. No sooner had I washed my hands clean, than the devilish angel (or angelic devil) needed her hair sprayed half red and half glittery gold. Then there was the black eye shadow and red lipstick for both girls. I had to pause the preparations to go on a quest for the large Indiana Jones’ white shirt. Then again later to quest for the small Indiana Jones’ shoes. When it was all done, I hauled the teenage vampire, Indiana Jones, the angelic devil (or devilish angel) and Indiana Jones all into the kitchen for a group picture. Then I drove them all to school. Later today there will be two school parades. In the evening there will be trick-or-treating. After that we have Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull for entertainment, because we need an amusingly bad adventure movie to finish the day.

Shipping Phase 5: Packaging and Mailing

I meant to post this during the week of the shipping party, but I was busy. This is the final phase of shipping the Schlock books.

Phase 1: Collecting orders
Phase 2: Sorting
Phase 3: Inventory preparation
Phase 4: Printing Postage

Phase 5: Packaging and Mailing

All of the prior phases have been organization for this phase. We plan our big packing and mailing day as a “shipping party.” We rely heavily on volunteer workers who only get paid with free food and free merchandise. Volunteer workers are notorious for being unreliable. I always plan for no shows and for people who need things simplified, but that is not what I get. We have been very fortunate. We always have lots of smart people show up. In fact many of the people who arrived at this shipping party had come to a shipping party before. This meant they already knew how things worked. I could just hand them assignments and let them run with it. For several days prior to the shipping day, we hauled inventory and supplies down to Dragon’s Keep. Among those supplies were 1000 sketched books, 300 unsketched books, 50 t-shirts, 150 sets of magnets, 50 mouse pads, 80 pins, 8 strapping tape dispensers, 12 spare rolls of tape, 2 rolls of newsprint for packing material, 5 box cutters, over 1000 cardboard boxes of various types, about 70 USPS mailing tubs acquired from the post office, and two dozen bagels purchased the morning of the party.

We do our packaging and mailing at Dragon’s Keep because they have a large space and several large tables that we can use. For this event we had four tables in use for packing and a fifth laid out with food for breaks. Each table was set up as a station. The different shipping methods sometimes require different packaging. (For example to qualify for the priority mail flat rate, the package must be inside one of the USPS Flat Rate boxes.) Each table was set up for a different kind of packaging. The flat rate boxes tended to be the large/complicated orders, so I set those up on the tables closest to where we stacked all the inventory. The other tables were set up for orders that required smaller boxes. We had to change things around as we went to meet the different requirements of the various lists. All the inventory was set out so it could be accessed easily. All the boxes with the different sketched characters were set out in rows so that the volunteers could pull the exact books they needed.

I started by setting up the volunteers in teams. One person would collect the items for an order. The other person would pack the order into a box and put the address label and the stamp label on the exterior. Later we learned that we needed an additional person who could do the strapping tape for two teams. The group doing the single book orders set themselves up in a more assembly line fashion. There were six guys, two were collecting orders, two were packaging, two were taping. Another single book per order table had each person doing their own collection, packing, labeling and taping. We frequently had a floating worker who would carry loads of packages up the stairs to await the arrival of the postman. This person also had the assignment of grabbing empty boxes and flattening them. We amassed an impressive pile of cardboard before we were done.

My job was to supervise and make sure everything ran smoothly. If there was a question about an invoice or packaging type, I was the one who answered. Questions were frequent because sometimes I write notes on invoices as people make special requests. I was the only one who touched the file boxes with the invoices and address labels. When a team finished the list they were working on, they would come to me for the next list. I tried to anticipate and have the next list ready, but sometimes it got hectic. This was particularly true at the beginning because I started with the small-but-complex lists. In hindsight, it would have helped me a lot if I had taken the time to re-organize the file boxes after printing the postage. They were organized for ease of postage printing. I needed to be able to glance at the lists and see which table a given list should go to.

The postal pick-ups were scheduled several days before the event. Scheduling a pick up is easily done using usps.com. I made sure to indicate the size of the pick-up, but I’m not sure the assigned postman believed it because early in the morning he came by to look at what we were doing. He glanced around and said “I’m going to need the big truck.” He came back with the big truck at 1 pm and then again at 3:30. We filled it up both times. When the postman comes for a pick up, all the packing work stops and everyone helps load things into the truck. This earns many good feelings from the postman. Apparently some people expect him to do all the heavy lifting.

I always schedule two days to do the shipping, but it seems that every shipping runs more efficiently than the one before. Part of that is because we know what we’re doing. A huge part of it is because many of the volunteers know what they’re doing because they’ve helped us before. This time we got it all done in one day. I will continue to schedule two days because there is always the chance that we’ll have a low volunteer turn out or that we’ll have more or more complex orders.

Once everything is packaged and ready for the post office pick-up, all the remaining supplies must be loaded back into my van for transport home. I did pretty well estimating the necessary supplies. We didn’t run out of anything and there wasn’t much to haul home. When I get back home it all has to be unloaded and set back up in my basement shipping center. And then we collapse into a heap because we are tired.

finis.

(Well, except for the fact that I will spend the next 2-4 weeks helping people with order problems. There are always things damaged in shipping, mis-packed, wrong addresses that get sent back, misprinted books, etc. So far fewer than 25 orders have needed further attention from me. That is pretty good for mailing out over 1000 packages.)

Putting things into place

Every time we prepare for Howard to attend a convention, we box up stacks of books into easily portable boxes. These boxed then get carried to the convention. When the convention is over, any remaining books get reboxed and hauled back home. Once back at home, we shove the boxes into a corner where we won’t trip on them because we’re too tired to unpack them completely. Also there was always another convention coming soon, so it seemed logical to leave the books boxed. But when we’re prepping for the next convention we invariably discovered that when packing from the previous convention we not sorted the books neatly by type. So it is faster to just pack up fresh boxes.

I’m sure you see where this is going. We’ve been accumulating boxes of miscellaneous books for months. This has made our work spaces cluttered and made inventory very difficult to count. Today I started finding all those boxes and sorting the books into the appropriate inventory stacks. The job is not done yet, but already I feel much better. Once I get all the inventory sorted, I’ll do a thorough inventory count. This will allow me to make sure that the inventory listed in my tracking programs actually matches the physical inventory. It won’t. Anyone who has tracked inventory can tell you that things randomly turn go missing only to resurface months or even years after you’ve written it off. There are promo books that we’ve handed out that we forgot to record. There are shirts which, upon further inspection, turned out to be damaged. Sometimes the kids decide to read one of Daddy’s books and grab on out of inventory rather than searching for the one on the shelf. Inventory wanders. Now it is time for me to find it all and figure out how much we’ve got.

Inventory is not the only thing I’ve been putting into place. I’ve been to the gym twice in the last week. I’ve started paying attention to what I eat. I swept a mass of toys and dust out from under the front room couch. Convention season is over. The book shipping is over. I now have time to put everything else back where it goes.

In the last 24 hours

Sad:  Realizing, at age 35, that I am mildly tone deaf.  My singing voice will waver as much as a quarter tone off the note and I can’t hear it.  This means that I am retroactively embarrassed about any public singing I’ve done ever.  It is possible that the inability to hear notes clearly is related to the scar tissue I have on my eardrums.  The scarring is a result of far too many childhood ear infections.  Or perhaps my ears are just built wrong for tone discernment.  This makes me sad because I love singing.  It also makes me doubt my own judgment because I considered singing something I was pretty good at.

Comforting:  Having a nice talk with Howard about perceptions, validation, music, capabilities, limiting factors, and plans.

Frustrating:  Finally assigning the kids chores that will help us get the house actually clean rather than just de-cluttered.  Then having a child whine that the 20 minute job I’ve assigned is too hard and completely unfair.  We wrangled and then came back to the conflict from a different angle.  The job was done by the child, but it is frustrating to try and get them to care about dirt.

Rewarding:  Watching Gleek at her first gymnastics class.  She approached it as she does everything else.  She threw her whole self at each physical task.  Her cartwheels, forward rolls, hand stands, and back rolls would all improve greatly if she would just slow down to get her form right.  Right now she is using raw energy and muscle power to get the tricks done.  Gymnastics is a perfect fit for her.  It is an activity where she is praised for throwing herself into the activity.

Satisfying:  Knowing that I got all my business stuff done before noon.

Tiring:  Looking around at how much house work there is to be done.  We’ve been operating on bare minimum for over a month.  And for a long time prior to that we’ve been paying only small amounts of attention.  Everything is dirty.

Hopeful:  Howard has finished his last convention for the next six months.  We have a space of time to really refine our home routine and get things running smoothly both for the family and for getting more books into print.

Hold on to Your Horses nominated for a Cybil award

Yesterday I was notified that Hold on to Your Horses was nominated for a Cybil award. The first round of nominations is not too difficult to achieve since nominations are open to anyone. I could have nominated the book myself, but I didn’t because I wasn’t aware of this fairly new award. That is what makes me so pleased. Someone out there knew about this children’s book blogger award and nominated my book. It means someone out there considered Hold Horses the best new picture book of the year.

The next round involves a panel of experts who will select 7 books in each category to be finalists. I don’t know if Hold Horses will make that cut. There is some pretty heavy competition. You can see the full list of nominated picture books here. You have to scroll down to find Hold on to Your Horses with the other books whose titles start with “H”. The finalists will be announced January 1st.

Foreigner

Today I took Link, Kiki, and Kiki’s friend to Anime Banzai in Salt Lake City. I had that “Not in Kansas anymore” feeling as soon as I walked in the door. It had all the vibe that a convention does, but I knew no one and I recognized very few of the costumes in the hallways. I spent all day there and the feeling never left me. I want to say I felt old, but that isn’t exactly right because there were many people my age and older who were fully immersed in the Anime culture. Perhaps I should say “out of step.” The truth is that while I can enjoy anime, I don’t really get it. It does not sing to me the way that LoTR, Buffy, Dr. Horrible, Dr. who, Miles Vorkosigan, or hundreds of other books do. All day long I could tell that marvelously wonderful things were happening because huge crowds of people would cheer or clap, while I was left not really knowing why. Some of that is a lack of exposure to the necessary source material, but even when the referenced Anime was something I’d seen, I still did not have the emotional connection carried by those surrounding me. The experience gave me a new appreciation for what it means to be foreign.

Kiki and her friend had a marvelous time. They were like fish in water. They wished they could clone themselves so that they could do even more things. Link had fun too, but he wore out early. Fortunately I was able to send him home with Howard, who was also worn out. I stayed with the girls so that they could watch the cosplay. They loved every minute of it. I think the part of the convention I enjoyed most was the Anime Music Video competition. Most of them had no meaning for me, but some of them used songs that I recognized and I could tell that the words in the song were being used in conjunction with or in counterpoint to the video clips I was seeing. Because of my emotional connection to the music, I was much more able to connect to the experience. Some of those video edits were amazingly well done. We didn’t get our hands on the DVD, but I’m pretty sure we can find it via the Anime Banzai website.

It was a day well spent, but I’m glad to be back home.

Answering the need

Two years ago this month we put Link on medication for ADD. It was a transformative event for him. Three months ago we stopped giving him the medication. We wanted to see if he really needed it. Short answer, he does. We put him back on last Monday and discovered that he talks to us more, he is happier, he can look at an assignment and just do it instead of being overwhelmed by it. The difference is striking. I’m sure that medication is not always the right answer. I know that it is sometimes prescribed unnecessarily, but then there are kids like Link for whom it is a Godsend.

I’ve had a long standing rule that kids are allowed to pick one activity for their own enjoyment. We’ve had soccer, piano, gymnastics, dance, art, etc. But recently I realized that Gleek needs more than one activity. She is a much happier person when she has things to do and places to go. When she doesn’t she solves her boredom by bouncing off of other people. I had her in Piano, which is a good fit for the musical and creative side of her, but I realized that she needs a physical activity as well. The one she has wanted for months is gymnastics. I worried about putting her in gymnastics because it is a sport that frequently pressures young girls into competitions that they are not ready to handle. But I can’t continue to keep Gleek out of an activity that I know she’ll love and be good at just because I worry about what might happen. I’ve told Gleek that she can have gymnastics, but that I won’t allow her to participate in competitions until she is 12. Odds are good that Gleek’s interests will have moved on to something else by then.

Patch doesn’t have an activity. Yesterday he said that he needs a new swim teacher because he still doesn’t know how to swim. So I’ll be signing up for that.

Kiki doesn’t have an activity either. She seems pretty content not to have one after years of taking art classes. I’m keeping my eyes open for an activity she might enjoy, but I’m also relieved to have fewer things on the schedule.

Now I just need to go fiddle with the budget to make sure I can cover the additional expenses.

Broken patterns

The basic pattern of my days used to be:

Get kids off to school
Work on business tasks in basement office
Welcome Patch home
Finish business tasks in basement office
Welcome other kids home
Sit down with laptop in sunny front room to blog, write, surf
Do house chores
Make dinner
Supervise Homework
Bedtime stuff

The problem is that my laptop went from quirky to wonky to non-functional in the past few weeks. This means that any writing or blogging I want to do has to be done from the desktop machine down in the dungeon basement. The problem might be as easy to solve as replacing the battery, but that costs money and we’re trying to scale back. For now I’m just trying to re-work the pattern around the lack of laptop.

I’m not sure if it is related, but I’ve been finding myself listless and depressed in the mid-afternoon. It might be related to the restricted writing time. It might be related to the shortening days. It might be the looming elections and attendant antagonism I see everywhere. It might be that I’m not getting enough sleep. It might be that the school keeps scheduling events during the middle of my work hours and so I arrive at the afternoon with far less accomplished than I intended. (The correct answer is probably “All of the above”) Whatever is causing it, I’m having to make a daily effort to shake it off. Fortunately between music and friendly neighbors I keep muddling through. This morning I decided to be pro-active about it. I went to the gym for the first time in months. I’m hoping the post-workout endorphins will give me extra energy for the entire remainder of the day. Perhaps it will help me (finally) fold that mountain of laundry and get the filthy kitchen floor mopped. Maybe I’ll be able to make a loaf of sourdough bread that doesn’t crack and look like a mushroom during baking. Maybe I’ll be motivated to eat healthy instead of snarfling the cookies I made in an effort to feel better. Maybe I’ll even be healthier with more muscle tone and less fat.

I know it is a lot to ask of one gym trip. I’m going to have to keep going. This leads me back to the broken pattern. The new pattern has to be shaped around me getting to the gym regularly. I think that will be particularly important as the days get shorter and colder. Winter makes me want to hibernate. Perhaps exercise will keep me alert and cheerful.

Music Therapy

Today my head was full of politics and religion and finances and repairs and the unsanitary state of my house. That last item was contributed to by all the other stuff because housework tends to be hands-busy-brain-free-to-think. I was so sick of listening to my own thoughts, particularly since they’d begun to go in circles. This was when I remembered that I own an ipod. It is an aging beast of an ipod, but as long as I keep it plugged in to the power supply it works fine. I turned on some music and set to work on the house. The music did a marvelous job of drowning out all the other thoughts. Within an hour the kitchen was clean(er) and I was feeling much happier about everything. Hurray for music.

Categorizations

Today has been a thought filled one. I found myself musing on my trip to South Africa in the fall of 1999. It was only 9 years after the official end of apartheid. Only 5 years after the first election in which all races were allowed to vote for their leadership. Most of the adults I met could clearly remember what it was like to live under the apartheid laws. One man told me having apartheid repealed was like having the lid of the box opened, suddenly so many more things were possible. Unfortunately in 1999 most of those possibilities were as yet unrealized. The poverty and crime rates were both astronomically high. There simply were not enough jobs available for the people who trained for them. I could still see inequities everywhere. White skinned people were by far the minority and yet the professional, high-profile jobs were mostly held by whites.

As part of my trip I visited Gold Reef City, which was essentially a gold mine theme park. On the surface were buildings and shops on the gold mine theme. Dancers performed dances that were often done in gold mining camps. Plaques and information about the history of gold mining abounded. There was even a very unnerving trip down into the mine itself. The part that lingers in my memory today was the gold pouring demonstration, but not for the demonstration itself. What I remember clearly was the man standing by the door of the kiln. His job was to open the door and stand in the blasting heat while using long tongs to pour gold into a brick mold. Later this gold would be taken back to melt again for the next demonstration. I remember the man because he stared at the audience and radiated anger and resentment. It rolled off him hotter than the furnace he stood beside. I realized that the entire audience was white, while the demonstration crew was black. I thought of all the stories of hatred and violence that I’d been told during my stay. He was obviously not going to do anything there in the brightly lit public space, but it was still frightening.

That moment was the first time I realized that there are people in this world who would kill me just for breathing and belonging to a category of people they have decided to hate. This was deeply disturbing to someone like me who doesn’t desire to offend anyone. I am grateful for that experience. It also forced me to confront the fact that I can not please everyone, nor will they always give me the chance to try. My decisions, my very existence, will engender anger in others. This does not give me license to hide at home where I feel safe. Instead I must walk bravely in the world, making the best decisions I can, hoping that others are doing the same, hoping that others are judging me for what I say and do rather than by a category that they have assigned to me.

Elections are coming up. All the politicians are throwing category labels around like confetti. We have liberals, conservatives, fiscal conservatives, social liberals, green parties, constitution parties, republicans, democrats, pro-life, pro-choice, pro gay marriage, anti gay marriage, environmentalists, and on and on. Everyone seeks to stick labels onto themselves and slap different labels on others. Everywhere is the feeling that “If you’re not for me, you’re against me.” Antagonism is rife and I feel sad because of it. There must be a way to make the world a better place without making enemies of each other.