I’m scrambling to finish all the projects I started over my sabbatical before I make my triumphant return to wrenching on the 22nd.
Here’s the latest project I’ve crossed off my fun to-do list:
Continue reading “Like my cross stitch or go to hell!”Ego-driven analytics.
On Friday, February 6th, my blog saw 289 visitors, including 105 from Israel and two from the Turks & Caicos Islands.
It was a Parade of Nations at Squaremeat.com. Let’s entertain my delusion for a second and imagine all these athletes returning to their lodgings in Olympic Village to spend the evening perusing my 2020 review on the documentary, American Factory.
Pardon my skepticism.
Continue reading “Ego-driven analytics.”Come for cookies.
I guess I’m going to start providing monthly updates on the ambient lighting at chez Zoée. Last Saturday, in an effort to make their living space more crafting-friendly for their nyctalopic (yes, I just learnt this word) pal, Zoée hung an extra lightbulb above the couch and urged me to take the corner space.
Before I left for the mainland last Friday, my lighting technician encouraged me to bring a crafting project to work on, as they were on a roll with their first-ever knitting project: a sweater.
Yes, a sweater!
When I got into knitting a decade ago, I would never have ventured to make a sweater, even after completing five toques and a scarf. Choosing a sweater as a first knitting project seems completely insane to me, but Zoée seems to be managing it well.
For our enchanted evening of entanglement, I packed two skeins of yarn. Rather than knit yet another toque, I wielded a crocheting hook to form the cap portion of my mushroom guy. Not only can Zoée make a sweater in a dimly lit room, but they can also follow the plot of Bridgerton while doing so. The only scene I caught was Daphne experiencing her first post-nut clarity.
I’d paid for my ride and lodging with jizz cookies and egg salad sandwiches.
Continue reading “Come for cookies.”My embroidery must be acknowledged!
“My plan has come to fruition.”
Continue reading “My embroidery must be acknowledged!”Roule ma poule. Or not.
Last Friday, I did a 7.5km road run. Saturday was project day: I continued working on my cross stitch project and started sewing an oven mitt. Sunday, I did a 73km ride outside (average temperature 4°C/39°F). Yesterday, I finished the oven mitt and then ran up a mountain (9.5km). This morning, I raced in virtual France with the RIOT ladies (31km).
My crowning achievement over the past few days, however, was mailing my AFI card application. The only envelopes I had on hand were cutesy stationery envelopes featuring cartoon cats navigating a tiny pirate ship, or neon yellow card envelopes, both of which were too small for my needs. I stopped by a Canada Post outlet to pick up the proper #10 envelopes and noticed they offered ones with built-in postage. After I’d paid for those, I ripped off the plastic wrapper and wrote my address on the upper left corner of one of the envelopes. As I unfolded my application to find the mailing address, I discovered that the destination was a mere ten-minute walk from where I was.
Oh boy.
Perhaps that’ll count as bonus proof of my disability.
Continue reading “Roule ma poule. Or not.”
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