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Yesterday I submitted all the remaining parts orders for the White: from McMaster-Carr, grease wicks, springs, and electric cord; from various places on eBay, a replacement motor drive pulley, bobbin winder friction pulley, bobbins, and a wee LED bulb. Went with P to the farmers market and got peaches, honey, bonus plums, strawberries, rhubarb, parsley, lettuce, spring mix, snap peas. The market has circulation routes blocked off, traffic metering stations at both ends, hand sanitizer as you enter and leave, and one person at each stall who handles money and doesn’t touch the food. Everyone was wearing masks (thanks mom! I wore the one with the tulips) and most people were following the lanes and social distancing but a few still need practice (including us; must remember to leave more space for people to pass when stopping to think). Home, then P made rhubarb sauce, I made strawberry sauce, and we had lunch; P tried an all-spelt version of pita and we’ll need some more practice before we can get them to puff. I started the laundry, then did a bunch of weeding in the garden pulling cleavers out of the blackcurrants and the roses, and clearing all the vegetation away from the outside of the west fence. The cucurbits are starting to climb, as are the peas; the beans are doing much better now that the arugula is leaving them alone; last year’s carrots are in full flower and this year’s are getting established; the first wee baby tomatoes are already appearing. Inside, rinsed off, had a snack, hung the laundry out on the line, then watched DS9 until dinner time. A little unsteady from snack. Light dinner, crossword, then switched all the code repositories at work from “master” as their default branch to “main” because there’s no good reason to use words with grisly connotations when others are available. Sleep; dreamt of government contracts and choreography and code reviews.