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dchenesYesterday I was supposed to have a cleaning fit, including washing the floors. But the floors got cold, and I ended up having a lapful of cat when I sat down, and I would rather have that than clean floors. So the floors never got washed.
Saturday was nice, and I had gotten an email on Friday from the dive shop saying my back-ordered regulator was in. So I wandered off down there, and my regulator is still back-ordered, and the email was a mistake. Not that I minded all that much, though, because they're still rearranging things now that the renovations are done, and I think the place is going to look amazing when it's sorted out. The Plan, such as it is, is for me to bring all the parts down there when the regulator really does show up, and have somebody who knows what they're doing watch me as I put them together.
Then I wandered off to the bookstore and Trader Joe's, and didn't buy any books because I find it hard to browse properly when all the aisles are one way the wrong way to get to the sections I want. I did, however, indulge in some broccoli cheddar soup from Trader Joe's and had it for rather late lunch when I got home. It promptly went on the "thou shalt not buy this more than once a month" list, along with mochi rice nuggets and and all the other things I would eat way too much of if I bought them regularly.
Then I sat down with the embroidery for a while, and got it far enough back to normal to feel good about it. Tearing out and redoing knitting is easier, especially because when I put in embroidery, I don't generally think about how I would go about tearing it out. And then I have to read the pattern I already crossed out so I can put it back in. Slow and frustrating, but at least I left myself a couple of good landmarks to start figuring it out from.
Yesterday I decided to have a slow morning (partly because I was flirting with having a headache), and took a very long bath, and then got going around noonish. And by "got going" I mean "got dressed and read email, and had lunch, and then sat down with the embroidery and a couple of football games and a lapful of cat". It was fun watching the Chargers and their rookie quarterback (who found out he was starting half an hour before the game) run all over the Chiefs, who couldn't defend run plays at all. But they won anyway. Sigh. I probably shouldn't hate the Chiefs, because I hate them for the same reason lots of people hated the Patriots: the incessant slobbering over the quarterback. But it's sports, not critical thinking, so I hate the Chiefs.
The embroidery is almost back to where it was before I started tearing it out. Thank goodness. That's what football season is for: football and embroidery and laundry (although Friday is laundry day these days, since I'm home anyway and I might as well get it over with while I have to be home.)
October is sneaking up on me. Usually October involves a pilgrimage to Lexington for cider donuts and Arlington for Penzey's. But last I heard, Penzey's is mail order only and about three weeks behind in their mail orders, and I don't really want to deal with social distancing at Wilson Farm. Yet another fun thing corona owes me, along with my birthday celebration and diving with harbor seals. And Bonaire; I would have gone back this winter. Bazzfazzmatazz.
Saturday was nice, and I had gotten an email on Friday from the dive shop saying my back-ordered regulator was in. So I wandered off down there, and my regulator is still back-ordered, and the email was a mistake. Not that I minded all that much, though, because they're still rearranging things now that the renovations are done, and I think the place is going to look amazing when it's sorted out. The Plan, such as it is, is for me to bring all the parts down there when the regulator really does show up, and have somebody who knows what they're doing watch me as I put them together.
Then I wandered off to the bookstore and Trader Joe's, and didn't buy any books because I find it hard to browse properly when all the aisles are one way the wrong way to get to the sections I want. I did, however, indulge in some broccoli cheddar soup from Trader Joe's and had it for rather late lunch when I got home. It promptly went on the "thou shalt not buy this more than once a month" list, along with mochi rice nuggets and and all the other things I would eat way too much of if I bought them regularly.
Then I sat down with the embroidery for a while, and got it far enough back to normal to feel good about it. Tearing out and redoing knitting is easier, especially because when I put in embroidery, I don't generally think about how I would go about tearing it out. And then I have to read the pattern I already crossed out so I can put it back in. Slow and frustrating, but at least I left myself a couple of good landmarks to start figuring it out from.
Yesterday I decided to have a slow morning (partly because I was flirting with having a headache), and took a very long bath, and then got going around noonish. And by "got going" I mean "got dressed and read email, and had lunch, and then sat down with the embroidery and a couple of football games and a lapful of cat". It was fun watching the Chargers and their rookie quarterback (who found out he was starting half an hour before the game) run all over the Chiefs, who couldn't defend run plays at all. But they won anyway. Sigh. I probably shouldn't hate the Chiefs, because I hate them for the same reason lots of people hated the Patriots: the incessant slobbering over the quarterback. But it's sports, not critical thinking, so I hate the Chiefs.
The embroidery is almost back to where it was before I started tearing it out. Thank goodness. That's what football season is for: football and embroidery and laundry (although Friday is laundry day these days, since I'm home anyway and I might as well get it over with while I have to be home.)
October is sneaking up on me. Usually October involves a pilgrimage to Lexington for cider donuts and Arlington for Penzey's. But last I heard, Penzey's is mail order only and about three weeks behind in their mail orders, and I don't really want to deal with social distancing at Wilson Farm. Yet another fun thing corona owes me, along with my birthday celebration and diving with harbor seals. And Bonaire; I would have gone back this winter. Bazzfazzmatazz.
