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Yesterday I started making muslin bags to take bulk shopping, since the new recycle parameters exclude the kind of plastic tubs we usually buy loads of stuff in. I’m hand-felling everything and only have a rough plan for sizes and closures so we’ll see. We went to the co-op and got carrots, bell peppers, snap peas, citrus, onion, turnips, pecans, walnuts, pepitas, raisins, chocolate chips, spelt flour, brown rice syrup, cinnamon toothpaste, an interesting dry sausage, mozzarella, chestnut biscuits, and bunny snacks. We stopped at five points on the way home for a baguette and pastries. Home, lunch, crossword, then more sewing. I started the next Imager book, Imager’s Challenge. Good so far. My arms got tetchy with me after a while so I had a snack, then reviewed how to do fingerloop braids, and made one to act as a drawstring. Dinner, then I started a new show, The Repair Shop, a BBC reality tv production about same. It suffers a bit from artificial “Will it be done before the customer comes to pick it up” drama, and is a bit heavy on the dudes, but is otherwise perfect. There are a bunch of different experts and they all adore each other’s work. Mechanical problems and puzzles that all have solutions. Getting emotional about seeing a favored family heirloom restored is supported with grace and a sense of normalcy. Love it, do recommend.

Snack, sleep. Bizarre dreams of a Stepford authoritarian Olin and a show that combined live-action opera with a weird postmodern animated story composed of clips of old video games, and anime-style commentary in a separate projection. People got wild over it. Went hiking with the incoming class of students along a steep/cliff shore, where some kind of water spirit possessed the tides and washed out the trail tsunami-style on two occasions. Visited my parents in the old house, where the alarm clock had been replaced with a creepy recorded message and a sortof open hourglass sand puzzle.