Papalo is possible too

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Yesterday I started planning this year’s vegetable garden. Beans, snow
peas, tromboncino, herbs. Might try tomatillos as something new.

Spent the day surly and self-absorbed; the hormones don’t help.

We went to open studio and I trimmed and handled two of the mugs; the third
was still way too wet to hold its shape under pressure. I’m trying out a
slab-based handle technique for these.

We stopped at Lowe’s to see about replacing/repairing the parts of the
laundry tap, and got excellent help from the guy in plumbing and a couple
guys in tools. None of the parts they had were going to work, so they sent
us to a hardware store in Duquesne called Schink’s. He had eeeeeverything,
a real old school place. Shined up the stem to make sure it was okay, dug
out the broken screw with an ice pick, fixed the threads with a tap, and
sent us on our way. Reminds me of Harvey’s. Miss that place.

We went to Target and got granola bars (the almond-butter filled ones from
Kind are good), bunny snacks, and P snacks.

Home, and my pajama pants test fabric had arrived early! I had a late/early
meal and then prepared it for washing. Also started preparing the sateen
shirting I bought for interfacing/underlining. Watched more of the pants
fitting craftsy/bluprint class while I worked. She doesn’t take a rise
measurement, which seems super weird, but we’ll roll with it.

Dinner/snack, crossword, Heart, sleep. My neck was tweaked, so no buttons.

Very involved dreams. Robotic beehive, planeshifting, gravity manipulation
gone wrong, sleeping it off under the stars, glass going selectively dark
for those affected, skyscrapers, three-story apartments, people curious as
cats, cocktails with surprise savory ingredients, Christmas trees with a
single present under them.