100! Welcome to the other side of Our Pandemic Summer.
This weekend I got back on my quilting jam. I knew that basting the quilt layers together would not take long and I had all the stuff to do it. So, I finally did it and now I can start the actual quilting. While I was faffing around with the sewing stuff I also made myself another plague mask and fixed my niece’s stuffed cat. This last task would have been more successful with an upholstery needle, but the scarring was minimal and Little Stuffed Pink Cat retained the use of her (inanimate) arm.
We dropped the dogs off at overnight camp on Sunday morning and used the unencumbered time to finally put curtains up in our living room. I’ve said enough about curtains in this newsletter so I will just leave it at “we like them” and add that such things always take longer than you think they will, which is why we ate dinner at around 9:30 and fell asleep almost immediately after. It’s strange to just…walk upstairs and go to bed when the dogs aren’t here and nobody needs to go outside or get their melatonin supplement or otherwise be coddled.
ENTERTAINMENT CORNER. Every so often Netflix will send me an email claiming to have added a docuseries I might like. I guess I might like a docuseries, but it is never about spy stuff or newsrooms breaking big stories or dead monarchs, instead it is always called something like Murder! Murdering Murderers and their Dismembered Victims or something else completely unappealing. I like a fair amount of true crime and mystery solving but yeesh. I have been enjoying High Score, though.
Speaking of documentaries. Earlier this week I watched Every Little Step and it’s possible it has reawakened the dormant musical nerd within me. I mean, my inner musical nerd is probably not “dormant” exactly, but I am now listening to the A Chorus Line soundtrack in my car on repeat. Turn my back on musicals? That ain’t it, kid. That ain’t it, kid! A Chorus Line was never among my top faves but I did sing (“sing”) What I Did for Love in voice lessons during high school.
Here’s something fun: When my niece stayed at our house last month, she told me she thought she would be a good ballerina because she can stand on her toes. She can’t take dance lessons now obviously, or at least she isn’t taking them, but her doting auntie can certainly buy her a pink tutu dress, some tights, and ballet slippers on Amazon so she can pretend. (I also got her little sister a puzzle but she is still too little to understand that I am The Very Best Aunt.)
My Amazon ordering has been a little…uncontrolled lately because I’ve just been buying willy-nilly rather than putting everything in one big cart, even though I know Amazon will send things exactly when and how and in whatever order they like. But I probably wouldn’t have lost anything by waiting three hours between ordering the extra set of drapery sheers I forgot (whoops?) and some more quilting thread.
Next up I will edit the podcast I recorded this weekend, I was en fuego this Labor Day weekend as regards creative pursuits and I hope it will continue to be energizing. It also helps that the weather is taking a turn toward early fall, meaning that my heat-inflamed brain is returning to its normal dimensions. Soon the summer stupidity will finally leave me alone for six months.