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I spent my entire swim wishing I was in the LA Fitness pool in Ballard (a neighborhood on the other side of town - north of here). It's a much nicer pool. Deeper, wider, and in a nicer room with better lighting and always beautifully crystal clear and the perfect temperature. It is twice as far away and always crowded but, still...

My pool this morning was so cloudy that I could barely see the lane lines at the bottom - which is only 3 feet from the top. I'm probably going to discover at some point that swimming in that bucket of ill maintained chemicals every day for years (3.5 so far) has broken something in my body and/or hastened my end. I think tomorrow I just might treat myself to a Ballard swim. The longer drive won't kill me.

I forgot to post yesterday's care bear!



Also yesterday, while I was out, I got an email that the library had my movie waiting for me. This is the movie that first introduces Doc Martin - Saving Grace. So I went to pick it up.

It's been eons since I'd actually played a DVD movie. I have several options. A portable player that I got for free, my Windows laptop, my bedroom TV that has a player built in... I went with the portable player first. Fail. Something about the hook up wasn't right. At first it was black and white only, then blue. Then I gave up. And went to the Windows laptop which did not immediately launch the movie like I thought it would.

I finally got it going but then needed closed captions and then needed the screen wide and then the sound needed a boost so I tried earbuds and then finally paired it with Eco... and every time I had to start from scratch and go through the excruciatingly long splash screen. It was very frustratingly tedious. Plus, I was pretty sure I had seen it long long ago.

Finally I got it going and turned out I had not seen it and it was just delightful. In a couple of scenes, young Brenda Blethyn looks very much like my mother did when I was a teenager. It was kind of a little freaky.

Also note to self, don't do DVD's. Too much hassle. Except in vary rare cases, not worth the effort.

Today is event free. No house cleaner, no baseball, no errands that need to be run. I am doing laundry so that's something.

If wishes were cheetos

Several times recently, I've been asked to think about how I want things and make suggestions. The Mariners sent out a survey to season ticket holders that was basically 'what do you want us to do' - tell us what would make this a better experience for you.

I was such a failure at it that I didn't even finish the survey.

Just now I was looking over those questions I collected and a bunch of them are things like 'what would you do if money were no object or if you knew you could not fail'. Things that require you to forget what you know now and just dream about the very best it could be.

I'm going to think about those but I may never get to them because my answers, I know, will be lame.

But the one that really torques me is Sandy. The HOA board president. She has, recently asked me for a list of out of the box ideas on security. What changes we could make, how we could do it better, what would better look like. She didn't just ask me, she asked a group of us. And we all made lists. I really thought about it. I tried to get creative. I tried to come up with good stuff. I totally failed. At the meeting, she did her list first (at our request) and after the first four (of the 20 or so) on her list, I knew I was not even in the league. Not even good enough to try out for a spot on the lowest rung.

Within a set of parameters I can stretch the limits as good or better than anyone else. But, without limits, I am a looser. I flounder.

If all the world were mine...
I dream of the day when...
If wishes were fishes...

If I were younger, I'd put my brain through boot camp and teach it how to exercise my already pretty good but just oh so limited imagination.

I am grateful for the self awareness that prevents me from being delusional about myself.

Also, right now, I am really hungry and have limited lunch thoughts.

Pizza!

It's been kind of a random day. I have a large drawer than has all my non-bear yarn in it. Mostly it's a skein of this and a skein of that and some started projects and some mess. So yesterday I pulled everything out. I ripped out some stuff and tossed some stuff and tied up loose ends and put everything in bags.

And discovered that 1. my crochet hook roll is no longer big enough to hold all the hooks and 2. I don't have enough suitable yarn for the mystery project and 3. I signed up to test a hat pattern and don't have appropriate yarn for that either.

This morning I made a new crochet hook roll that holds all hooks in one place.

Then I got all the laundry folded and put away and decided to go to a yarn shop in West Seattle. It's the same drive I make every morning but this time it was 1 pm. Everything is the same and very different than 5 and 6 am. I took way too much time mulling over options at the yarn store but finally got some. And then remembered Papa Murphy's! They used to open at 10 so I could stop after breakfast on weekends but now they open at 11 and no way am I hanging out that long so it had been a while. But, pizza and yarn are now in the house. Yeah!

When I got home, I finished off the sweater I've been working on. I really do like it. It's cotton and very soft.



Next up the hat. It's due next week. I think I'll polish off the last Vera episode tonight. I'll be sorry to see it end.