Very Miscellany

I was listening to a podcast on the way home from the pool today and they mentioned the movie The Longest Day. My very first date with a boy ever was with Eddie Marsh who was 16 to my 14. I was allowed to go because my Mom played bridge with his Mom. He took me downtown to see the movies and we saw The Longest Day. It was, in fact, The Longest Movie. I felt like I was 15 when we got out of there. I really liked Eddie Marsh but it was a while before I agreed to go to the movies with him again.

I think he went on to become a lawyer somewhere. I think the last time I even heard his name was about 40 years ago.

If you want to know what the folks in West Seattle who did not turn over and go back to sleep did today... they went to the pool. Holy crowded lanes, batman! It was wild. Mostly people I'd never seen before. I got there just as they opened so I snagged my half lane and so got in a nice, stress free swim.

I am, like everyone else, very weary of this election. And, while I'd love to see a woman elected president of the United States, I really don't care. I really don't have a dog in the race. I'm only going to live another decade, if that and I can't see even the worst decision impacting my life too substantially one way or another in that amount of time. I have no kids or grandkids to worry about. I'm not charitable enough to care for the rest of humanity.

ON the other hand, although it was not easy, we did survive Reagan. I remember so clearly the days before he was elected the first time. "no fucking way will this country elect a stupid divorced actor for president of the fucking united states!!!" And, then, 4 years later, "OMG, with 4 more years, he will fucking destroy us! Why doesn't everyone see this??"

We lived. So I think I'm just going to stick my head in the sand at least until Wednesday.

I got a new kind of felt to try out - doll hair and trim - and the new fabric that came in yesterday so I think I'll be heading to the sewing room here shortly. I should change the sheets on my bed - maybe I'll do that first.

Save The Fingers Foundation

A couple of weeks ago, I snipped the skin on my middle finger. It bled a lot and took several days to heal (swimming probably didn't help it heal faster). About a week later, I did the exact same thing to the index finger next to it. It finally healed mid week last week. Today I did the same damn thing to that index finger about an 8th of an inch below last week's snip.

WTF?? I've been wielding scissors since I was little. I've been using them in sewing for about 60 years. I have been making these same little cuts on dolls for a year. Why the fuck can I now not avoid the skin on my fingers?????? I have these extra long band aids which really work well on fingers because they don't cover the knuckle and do wrap around twice to stay on nicely. I bought a lifetime supply when I first found them. Now I'm down to the last few.

dumb dumb dumb

But, I did manage to make some dolls without getting them bloody. The new felt (seen in the blue haired one) works great - especially when cutting out glasses. This is cool because it comes in lots of great colors and is cheap.