There’s a lot of this going on because at home, a crew of guys was working furiously to replace this with this. (can I get some extra love for knowing what a plenum (and octopus) is?) Continue reading →
Today, while other stuff was going on (major furnace stuff) I did some tidying and got some stuff done. If I could do that much every day it would be productive. After a few days of below freezing temps, it was 30F and above and felt positively balmy. Which is good when your furnace isn’t doing much. Several times today, I took a break by just sitting on the steps. I was plenty warm enough (thank you Merino) and the sun was bright. Alas there was no seed for the birdies. That had been on my to-do list today but… Continue reading →
Let’s find one good thing every day.
Show or tell us your one good thing. Continue reading →
Mom and I set off to Gloversville Sewing Center so my trusty machine could get looked at. I am hopeful that it will be a belt or something easily fixed but I’ve had this machine since January 1994 and rode it hard. I did dutifully clean and oil it during all those years but I get it being tired and cranky now. Will wait and see what the report is.
And of course since we were there, we had to look at all the fabric. She found some fun stuff. I found a couple things which may get used for like a vest lining or something: Continue reading →
Had a doctor appointment today and the paper-paperwork was mostly a repeat of the fill-this-out-every-time-you-have-an-appointment-digital history except it asked about work history AND
“Do you have any hobbies?”
Now, this was looking for potentially health-threatening exposures, I get it, but I am rather put off by lumping my painting/printing/etc into something called “hobbies”, so I put it down under work stuff – Artist (painting/printing/fiber). Then the doc and I had a chat about that – what kind, no solvents, etc, etc.
It does have me wondering though, “do you have any hobbies?”
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The very purpose of existence is to reconcile the glowing opinion we hold of ourselves with the appalling things that other people think about us.
