Mar. 31st, 2019

infryq: Kitchen scene at dawn, post-processed to appear as if painted (Default)
Yesterday I had P measure how much elastic he’d need for the waistband,
then I prototyped sewing a short length of elastic to a spare scrap to
figure out how much draw-in would be lost to the stitching (5%), and
adjusted the waist elastic length accordingly. I sewed the elastic to the
pants, and started tacking down the foldover bit. Had to restart that after
I got it crooked the first time, but I think I’ve figured out my method now.

Mom called with an update on how everyone is doing. Grandma is not great.
The timing of his death versus an unusually infirm and unusually busy week
of hers is a difficult thing. Aunt S is not great. She was the first family
member to arrive. Mom is okay so long as she doesn’t focus on it too
intensely. Dad is okay. Grandpa will be cremated, with a memorial reception
sometime in May.

We went to the Braddock library for their 120th birthday celebration/open
house to be demonstrators in the pottery studio. P was a bit overwhelmed by
teaching mode to start, but got into it with practice and really connected
with several groups of people of all ages. I was mostly a silent visual
demo, though I did steal P’s patter for one couple while he was taking a
break and exploring the old pool upstairs. Over two hours I made two medium
flower pots, one tiny flower pot (more probably for a succulent), a small
bowl, a medium-large bowl, and a bud vase. I’d wound up with the wheel with
permanently affixed bat pins, so I threw on a bat for the first time.
Centering was a beast. Next time I’ll be sure to throw a full-width bat pad
first. I was nevertheless able to compensate by throwing off the hump;
pretty proud of that.

Civil finally has Miles doing was would have worked if he’d tried it in the
first place; just being the reasonably good person that he is, in her
general vicinity. Why he’s so reluctant to talk to Cordelia about this
stuff, or even just the professora, is beyond me. I mean, misogyny. Sure,
fine.

The grow light for the seedlings and/or the timer has pooped out, so we did
some research on switching to LEDs. P drilled down further and found a
winner which will support the adult plants we keep through the winter as
well as not polluting the audio space with fan noise, nor burning the house
down, nor making P’s mornings disturbingly purple (he sits next to them for
coffee time).

The direct flight to Seattle on Alaska is perfect, but the flight home is
too early for Katies. The alternatives all route through ORD, which is
suboptimal. We’ll probably need a mixed-airline solution.

Dinner, crossword, supper, Flash.

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