Monday was the last quilting class. It ended with all three layers of my quilt pinned together and a copy of the work order sent with my sewing machine to Bill Murray. The final step involves sewing the layers together, something not feasible with a temperamental sewing machine that switches up stitch lengths whenever it feels like it.
Instead of sharing something I made, here’s something Danica made:
Continue reading “Impending accomplishments.”Nearly every time I turn on my Garmin, I get wind and gale warnings. It’s either a glitch or reflective of how windy Victoria is. When the warning flashed on my screen for the umpteenth time, it was for real. This morning’s commute was a blustery one, and when I returned home, I got on my road bike for a lap around one of the fake islands of Watopia.
I’ve been slacking on my training plan. I’ve been too occupied ghostbusting with a vacuum cleaner in Luigi’s Mansion 3, shopping for an actual vacuum cleaner, shopping for a calendar, cutting fabric into tiny squares, and other things I might mention later. I wasn’t feeling it this evening, but as one of the prompts in tonight’s workout said:
That’s it. That’s the post.
Seeking sunburn relief, Jordi asked me last night if I had any aloe vera lotion. I rummaged through my collection of potions in sample-sized packets. Among the niacinamides, ceramides, retinol, and moon-powered creams, I expected to find something for sunburn. Nothing.
We both went to bed, and I meta-dreamt that Jordi asked me for aloe vera lotion. I still couldn’t generate a bottle of lotion in my dream, but I had the plant.
Continue reading “Wooed on Saltspring.”The date of my RTB hearing has passed. And the verdict is…
Continue reading “This ain’t my first inaccessible rodeo.”