Sunday

I went to bed last night believing today would be Monday so when I woke up this morning to NPR in the middle of the Sunday puzzle, I was massively confused. I lay there and tried to figure out why they were doing the Sunday puzzle on Monday. Because of the Republican convention? Maybe the local station fucked up? I tried a bunch of very unsuccessful scenarios and then went to So it's Sunday? Really? No. Really? It was a rather large bought of very heavy mental gymnastics.

I finally realized that it was the baseball that fucked me up. Saturday home baseball is rarely - very rarely in the afternoon like it was yesterday. So that led to last night feeling like Sunday night. I felt better once I got a credible reason figured out.

I got to the gym at 7:45 and had nice visit with Barrie, my swim buddy. And then 8 am came and non opened the door. A crowd gathered but it wasn't until 8:15 that someone who knew where the key was showed up. Averages out the times we've been able to sneak in early. Plus I had no where I had to be at any particular time. So no biggie.

I'm home now and properly breakfasted. The shades are down and the sun is on the other side of them. The air conditioner is keeping it comfortable in there. And I have nowhere I have to go. I have food and ice cream and cookies and Netflix. I am very grateful.

The baseball game starts at 1:15 and this time it is actually Sunday. I'm off to sew.

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ass and teeth

I think I may have started the sewing chair victory dance a little too early. I used it today to sew a doll and I have to say that it was not comfortable enough for me to sew a second doll. BUT, I am fully willing to consider that my discomfort could be a result of getting used to it. So, I'm giving it a week. At least one doll a day for a week using no other chair. Hopefully, I'll be able to do more than one a day but one a day is a minimum and no using the old stool.

In the past few days I have seen or heard conversations about the tooth fairy. There have been no children in my life in pretty much forever. I am pretty intimately involved with the life of children up until the year about 1970 and then after that... nothing.

This means while I know about Sesame Street, I don't know much. There was no such street when I was growing up. Certainly no Pokemon (and I don't know a thing about that). No elf on the shelf (again, no clue there either).

I know these things from passing references but not from personal knowledge.

I learned this week that parents now leave enormous sums of money under pillows and sprinkle the bedroom with glitter for EVERY SINGLE TOOTH a child loses. WTF??? I was shocked.

In the 50's the tooth fairy must have had a second or third job and did the tooth fairy thing as a side gig or hobby.

Very rich kids got a quarter. The rest of us got a dime. FOR THE FIRST TOOTH ONLY. Losing tooth number 2 got you nothing. Ditto for the rest of the mouth full.

Getting paid for every tooth is just a bad economic situation.

I'm getting ready to start week 2 of no TV news and I think, with the Republican Convention looming and people shooting people left and right, I'm not going to have any problem keep the TV news free.

Better

I took a break from sewing and moved to the living room to knit and watch the Mariners lose. And when I went back to make another doll, my back was way better able to handle it. So now I'm hopeful again.

I also took some trash down to the dumpster which was a little of a walk which does not hurt. It's getting warm again outside (and by the dumpsters). We are overdue for some 80 degrees+ weather. I'm not bitching, I'm just steeling myself but my trusty weather app says it's not happening - at least not within the next 10 days. We have a couple of near 80 days but nothing outrageous. thankyoujeasus.

The Mariners loss was painful and is now final so I think it's time to find out what's up with Frank and Claire Underwood.