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Yesterday I trued one end of the purple canvas, cut a sample square, and sewed reference lines on it and on the teal ticking. I threw both samples in a hot wash and dry with some towels. Then I started a sc edge on the scallop sample. At work I attempted to reproduce a bug M found, but couldn’t figure it out and sent a followup email to try and narrow down what’s going on. I went back to debugging MySQL integrity errors, using the pycharm debugger to pause the middle of the unit test so I could see what was going on in the database. I went to therapy, and talked about deadlines and how it feels to do a crossword. Also about gearing up for winter, and restarting my various accommodations for that.

Senlin Ascends continues alarmingly lighthearted, considering notes for human trafficking and threats of child sexual abuse. The whole point might turn out to be that Senlin’s character descends the farther up he goes in the tower.

Home, dinner, crossword, Elementary, snack, assembled ingredients for more nut and seed bars, sleep.

Yesterday I put in two more rows on the current crochet sample. We went to open studio and I tried out the new earthenware clay. It was drier than I prefer for throwing, so I dug up my memories of wedging videos we watched at some point and mixed a bunch of water into it. Threw four small baking dishes just over a pound each, and had P try out the last hunk; he made a closed form that will be a garlic roaster. Since this is our own clay we have to do all the reclaim ourselves; I brought a bucket to use for that. We’ll see how it goes!

We went to Costco and got paper products, oats, grapes, cookies, chips, cheese, and some almond mix. Home, and I had lunch while P went to the coffee shop to cool off and get some work done. The new iron arrived! Lol, far too hot for ironing. Spent the rest of the afternoon managing heat and reading period drafting/sewing/tailoring manuals on the internet. Trolling through Bernadette Banner video descriptions for links. Crossword in there somewhere.

Dinner, meant to put the plums in the dehydrator but forgot. Legends, snack, sleep. Was up at 1 to make sure P hadn’t passed out in the study, and at 5 with the district and bizarre phenomenon of being suddenly convinced I was made of bees. ???

Yesterday was Independence Day, so I had the day off work. I slept in. I finished the flower-and-leaf crochet sample and set it to block. I found another edging pattern I want to try. I sanded the rest of the bowls from the soda kiln and put them in the dishwasher. I watched a pile of Legends in the AC. I did a turn through the garden and picked orach, New Zealand spinach, red calaloo, and radishes. P went in to campus to get some work done. Miss Mayhem continues 🙄but I still want to know what happens. Dinner, trash, crossword, Legends, snack, sleep. Been having some post-snack issues but I’m pretty sure it’s the heat.

Yesterday I finished a row of single crochet on a sample with the smaller hook, and wet-blocked it with a couple of pins. At work I set up a logfile to blast debug messages so I could figure out why a deleted object was sticking around, which worked. I had a therapy appointment, which helped me re-center. I’d meant to stop by the Indian grocery store on the way back for curry leaves, but forgot. It’s hot. P made pita for dinner, then we went to the Braddock pottery to pick up the soda fire pieces. Mostly successful! Lost a mug to some glaze drips from a shelf above, and there’s some grinding to do on most pieces, but otherwise great. I’m especially pleased that the over-bisqued bowl turned out so well. Good to know that even if a piece can’t be glazed, there’s a way to get a durable glossy finish. Pics later today when I can get some natural light.

Home, snack, crossword, sleep.

Rebel Belle is becoming a cautionary tale of what happens when people don’t talk to each other. Also, there’s a third option between “of course I’m telling you everything!” and actually telling them everything; it’s “I’m struggling with some stuff and I’m not ready to talk about it yet. If you’re willing to be patient with me though, I’d be grateful because I really appreciate our friendship and I’m scared of going through this alone.” But that’s probably an issue with being both seventeen and living in Alabama?

cooking

Yesterday I washed the test fabrics and hung them out on the line, did the
laundry and same. At least two are a touch off-grain. P taught a tools
workshop at the teaching garden. I picked a dehydrator-full of oregano and
set it to dry, though it seems pretty weak so we’ll see if it’s worth
keeping. I trued the ends of the two good fabrics in the package and set
them aside to wash another day. I worked two rows on the crochet edging
prototype. Set some blackeyed peas to soak. Crossword after lunch, Flash
after dinner. Finished Magic For Liars, which had an excellent climax and a
great twist that had almost nothing to do with the guilty foreshadowing of
the title, introduction, or even the wrap-up. They would have been better
off as two different books.

News on G: last time he talked to P, he apparently hadn’t been told yet
about the mass on his pancreas. Well, he knows now. The word on what’s next
has improved somewhat; they can do the biopsy in as little as 7 days,
though they still have to wait 3 months to do anything about it. Still will
be good to have more information sooner. M is there and going home today or
tomorrow; P will fly out Wednesday to stay for a week. M has been taking
care of everyday ephemera so D doesn’t have to. The Subaru has been checked
out and is fine. The house is stocked with good healthy food.

Yesterday I planted the chiles, tomatoes, and tomatillo seedlings out in
the garden. I made cages for the tomatillos and some of the tomatoes with
some of the poles and withies we saved from pruning the elderberries and
dogwood: 5 poles, three or four withies woven in a ring to stabilize them.
I still need to go out and tie up the orange paste tomatoes since I put
them in a bare spot by the peas. P applied the trimmer to the front borders.

We went to the farmers market and got vegan sourdough blueberry muffins
(!), basil, and lettuce. We attempted to get wine, but the liquor store
wasn’t open yet. We went to geagle and got salad cheese, mayonnaise, coffee
dairy, brie for me, and gf crackers. P split off to circle back for wine,
which had opened in the meantime, then home, lunch, and crossword.

I made a little prototyping piece of scalloped fabric to demo different
lace patterns on, and started the first round of sc of one I’d picked out.
Stabbing into fabric is a PITA; thankfully Gerty’s project has a
machine-eyeletted edging already on it. I might try putting one in my
prototype for the next test.

P mowed the lawn and took a walk, then had a shower while I made dinner. We
ate, then played scrabble (674 board score, extremely good for us). Then P
helped drape the back panel of the shirt and figure out one of the side
seams, which was more challenging than expected. It turns out that the
fullest part of my shoulder lies just above the armpit, and the fullest
part of my bust is just below, so there are some extreme hijinks managing
fullness around the body in that whole area. No wonder I was having so much
trouble fitting alone! Also verified that I am, indeed, as asymmetrical as
the initial drape implied, and maybe I really should switch to different
patterns for left and right. Anyway we were both worn out by the time we
finished the one side seam so the other will have to wait for another day.

Direct to sleep. Dreamt of university mainframes and choir warmups and
being bad at nouns and a horde of undead body-hopping sysadmins. Wat.