Monday

Yesterday, I finished my first pair of pants from the new pants pattern and they are amazing. They look nice and they feel great. Very very pleased. The pattern was pricey and well worth it - not so much for the template to use for cutting fabric but for the tips and tricks for making that template work for my body and for putting it all together. I'm wearing the pants now and have the next pair cut out and ready to sew up with improvements on how to get the pockets better. So delighted. I cannot wait to recycle the stack of old pants in my closet.

I thought I had figured out how to make my fitness tracker work for me. I cannot exactly cheat with it but I thought I could trick it. Turns out, it tricks me. This morning I did my normal swim and added 5 minutes. But, apparently, I did not work hard enough. The tracker tracks not only time and distance but also effort. And there's no cheating on the effort bit. Sigh. Now I'll have to go take a walk to make up the points.

The woman from the bed company sent me the instructions to reprogram, as promised. Kinda. She sent me steps 1, 2 and 4. And they include a big REQUIRES TWO PEOPLE. Fuck. I did send an email to the store where I bought it asking if they could send someone out. I doubt they will. If I get step 3, maybe my house cleaner and I can do it.

I did figure out that the new Google real time translator does Bosnian!! So I totally plan to try that one out on her. She comes again a week from Wednesday. She'll be surprised.

Nothing special going on this week except, hopefully, my new phone will arrive. It's supposed to ship tomorrow and arrive Thursday or Friday. Nice. It's supposed to start raining here today and not stop before next Monday. I'm ok with that. I have boots.

I think I'll go make pants.

Inheritance

My Mom had the fastest wit in captivity and a talent for playing tennis that netted her state championships when she was in college and on teams when she was in her 70's.

I did not inherit either of those things. (Yeah, I can be witty but purely amateur compared to her.)

She had really thin hair and a cowlick that looked like a bald spot and her nose ran a lot.

That's what I got.

I go through boxes of facial tissues like there's no tomorrow. I have one in every room and some rooms have two. if I only had one box, I'd get more exercise in a day than might even be healthy. I have those pocket tissues in my purse, in the car, in most pockets, and by the front door to grab on my way out. It's a royal pain in the ass.

Last night I dreamed that I ate chicken sushi. Yep, small pieces of raw chicken. In my dream, I looked it up and if I didn't get sick in 2 hours I was fine. I didn't and I was. Chicken sushi. WTF??

I got a big old fat slice of meatloaf at Whole Foods yesterday. I heated it up for dinner last night. It was barely mediocre. But I put the second half of it in the fridge and found it when I went to look for something for lunch. It turned out to be a much better in a sandwich. Kind of a fun lunch surprise.

No word back from the bed store to my request that they come reprogram the new remote. I'm not surprised. I would actually be surprised if they did replay. Meanwhile I got the rest of the instructions. You basically have to hold down a button on the motor and on the remote. And then hold down the motor button once more. The problem is the motor is under the bed and I couldn't reach it. But, I figured out that I could lift the frame a little and get under there, I think. It's worth a try anyway. On the up side, my tape fix of the broken remote is holding so far. But, I am afraid to use it for fear it will be the last time.

Pants #2 done and even better than Pants #1. I'm learning.

Started laundry. Clean old pants will go right into the Goodwill bin. I'm also washing the latest new ones to make sure they come out perfectly before I make Pants #3. And that may be it for today's hard work. I got started on Netflix's Mindhunters last night which is excellent and there's a new Acorn TV show today - Acceptable Risks. Plus I want to finish the second sleeve of my crocheted sweater. In between blowing my fucking nose. (And, nope. Not allergies. Not a cold. Not anything but Gift From Mother - she's likely having a lovely chuckle about it even now.)