Remembering

I made a new friend at the gym this morning. We were waiting for the doors to open and he introduced himself - Pragneesh (zero clues if I'm spelling that correctly). The minute he said his name, I thought oh fuck, I am not going to remember it. But I worked on it. Hard. I spent most of my swim embedding the name into my brain and I think it worked. Pragneesh. He does not know how to swim but is clearly devoted to other gym things. And drives a really nice, slick looking sports car that kind of matches him. Pragneesh. See? I think I've got it.

I think today will be pretty much all sewing. I have, once again, allowed projects to overlap. I really really much prefer to start one and finish it completely before I start the next but, every once in awhile, I lose control. Today is Fix That day. Plus Clean Up Sewing Room day.

The sewing room, like the rest of the house, gets trashy if I don't stay on top of it. It's easy not to since it's only me. Except me matters. I hate the clutter, I hate the trashy. So, I need to stay on top of it. Also as much as I love cool weather, I hate having sweaters and wraps and lap blankets lying all around the house and hate putting them away and hate having to dig them out again when I want them. It's a constant battle.

These are issues that would have to get way worse to qualify as first world problems. I get that. And still, I bitch.

It always amuses me in a very snotty way when I hear people bitch about Amazon's over packaging (or anyone's overpackaging for that matter). It is far cheaper for Amazon to set a one size fits most, no decisions necessary, just do it policy than for them to pay for their packers to stop and consider and think about each and every package and how to minimize the packing. Far cheaper. And in some cases overpackaging makes more sense... think air padding like in potato chips.

But, even I had to snort when I got my Amazon delivery today. It's a microfiber towel which is clear since you could see through the plastic wrap. It was in an Amazon box and, the packer whose paygrade does not include decisions, included a strip of air pack bags so that the towel would not get jostled in its journey.

I'm always surprised by how soon in the Fall, Canadians celebrate Thanksgiving. Also amused by their celebration of post Our Thanksgiving's Black Friday in November. Also this weekend was my annual reminder that, once again, I did not get to the big balloon races in New Mexico. Maybe next year. Likely not.

Time to get to work.

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More Monday

After getting the bulk of what I wanted to do today done, I watched Boston lose their game and chances at any more play this year. It was sad. Then I took a walk up the street and hit my fitness tracker's goal. So yeah.

I decided that I hate all my pants. The ones that stay up on their own (i.e. aren't all stretched out) are shrunk so that it looks like I grew 4 inches since I bought them. Today I'm wearing a stretched out pair. I cannot put my phone in my pocket or they will fall to the ground.

So... sew. Time to see if making pants is worthwhile. If I can get a pattern so that I can just whip them out whenever, it won't be that much cheaper but it would be heaven to have pants I can wear and that look fine every single day. I found a pattern for what I want online. I have some jersey sheets from Goodwill left that are not decent enough to make clothes I'd wear out of the house. So this afternoon, I printed off the pattern and taped it all together. Tomorrow I'll cut out the fabric, sew it up and see if this is doable. I'm hopeful.

While I was taping the pattern together, I watched the Nationals get Cubbed. But, at least they are still in the running. They Yankees are ahead in their game and I'm not pleased about that. One thing that occurred to me over the past couple of days of baseball is that if the Mariners ever do make it past one round of post season, I will be very annoyed by the broadcast. The national announcers really suck. They utter something they think is brilliant and then they just keep repeating it over and over again until, finally, blessedly, there is a commercial. I would not want to hear what they had to say about my players. So, our not getting to post season is a blessing.

Sandy, the Home Owners Association president, asked me to meet with the police tomorrow. They are coming, she said, to talk to us about the homeless and the security of our doors on the alley. Other than that I am clueless. The building manager will be there so I won't be solo and clueless. Whatever. I'm cool with cops. I think.

Time now to get cool with dinner. I'm starving.