Friday

Last night was hot. I think the a/c is going to have to work harder and I may have to sleep in the living room. The next 10 days are all sunny and hot. At least it will soon be over.

When I was little, on the east coast, it started getting hot in early May. (I remember going back for a rare visit to my folks and standing by the car to go back to the airport. May 6 and it was 90 degrees with 70% humidity at 6 fucking am. I could not get back here fast enough.)

Here in Seattle, we have very few 90 degree days at all. And they are confined, usually, to August. And we never see 70% humidity at all. If it hits 30, we're all dying here. Again, August. It used to turn cool over Labor Day weekend. I mean sweater-required cool with all the hot behind us. But, in the past few years, I know I'm still bitching at least the first two weeks of September. But, then it is really is gone. Whew.

Starting the day with a swim really does help. No matter what it's like outside, inside the pool, the water is clear and cool and cleansing and refreshing and the perfect way to start the day.

If I can keep the sewing room cool enough there will be lots of sewing. A doll I made yesterday gave me the idea that making a couple of dolls with hijabs would probably be a nice thing to do. I figured out, during my swim this morning, a good way to do it. I'm not going to try and give them flowing covering garments but a head piece for a few would be nice, I think.

That's really my plan today. Sew and stay cool. Baseball is back tonight. I already lost the ground I made up in bear production somehow. Today's schedule calls for completion of bear #5 and that will happen but I wanted to get ahead and I didn't... yet. Maybe I can fix that tonight during baseball.

My tweets

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another round of random stuff

My baby brother turns 63 today.

I have enough post-it notes - 75% of which are still in cellophane - to open a store. I rarely every use post-it notes. Office Supply Addiction is an ugly thing.

Some of my very fondest memories as a little girl were those special Saturdays when Daddy would go into the office to catch up on stuff and take me. I got to sit at his secretary's desk. I could pick up the phone (but not dial). I could staple stuff to my heart's content. I had my own spiral dictation notebook and could take pretend dictation (although my father always used a dictation machine*). I could spend endless hours playing secretary there. I was always massively bummed when Daddy would come out to "my" desk and say it was time to go home.

*Daddy dictated correspondence a lot. He'd sit on the couch or somewhere with a folder of papers and talk into his machine with the letter's to by typed by his secretary (the real one, not me). He had a deep broadcast voice that he used. And his sentences would all end in a distinct "Period" or "Period, Paragraph." You often heard in our house: "Daddy's playing Period Paragraph, don't bother him right now".

Oh got off on a tangent there, didn't I. Post-it notes. I should donate them, or at the very least offer them up on the free shelf. Instead today I reorganized a drawer and found a good place for them. Next time.

I'm particularly pleased with today's dolls. I may do one more today but more than likely I'll use the afternoon to put the elastic in my latest swim suit and cut out some more dolls rather than assemble.