And now...

Aug. 9th, 2025 07:02 pm
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When I come home from trips where I sleep really well, I think about getting a new mattress and then forget because I sleep well enough at home. This time I actually bought a new mattress. It comes tomorrow. I really like it!

And the front door lock is fixed. It's a turny lock thing instead of needing a key. Whew.

One Skein Used

Aug. 8th, 2025 08:45 pm
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I bought about three dozen skeins of #10 (I think) white cotton at an estate sale earlier this year. I used some for the 1901 leaf mat, but that didn't take anything like a full skein. I've been working on 1798 garters lately and finally ran out that first skein today. I'm a little under halfway through the second garter.

I bought so much because I wanted to do an afghan of Victorian quilt squares, but I didn't like the way the first square came out so now I've got a lot of yarn to make...whatever I want to make of #10 white cotton.

And...

Aug. 8th, 2025 03:58 pm
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New toilet in, sink fixed, plumber broke the door lock, locksmith put a key on the inside instead of a lock switch, locksmith coming back tomorrow...
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Playing the devil's advocate with [personal profile] inkstainedfingertips  amazing twisty entry last week. Skol, my friend! 




Good morning, Liam.

The voice was warm and filled with yellow light. He was sleepy and curled tight into his own elbows and knees. The bed was nothing like the little bed Grandmother had tucked him into every night, at the foot of her own bed, but if he squeezed his eyes shut very tightly and hummed so that all the noise outside his head muted and remembered the peculiar smell that perfumed the deep lines in the palms of her hands, he was sleeping safe and sound in Grandmother’s room.

Enough of the Land of Nod for you, Liam. Rise and shine with the sun.

He cracked one eye and then the other. An unwashed taste in his mouth, the bleach smell of the sheet and the mothball must of the blanket, the racket coming from the hallway. Someone screaming. Someone crying. Someone shouting. And the underlying whisper of low-pitched voices.

He was still in the hospital.

And where was Granny? He knew where the monsters were, he had dispatched one of them back to where monsters should go. The monster was gone. But Granny was gone, too. Granny who had told him stories about the monsters in their house, who helped him to understand. Softly, he began to cry.

 

The morning sun was streaking through the sparkling clear glass in the kitchen. He was very fastidious, wiping things clean, rinsing things out, drying things and then folding the dishtowel neatly on the countertop. His morning coffee was finished, the maker put away, a soft-boiled egg eaten and crumbs from his toast wiped up. All cleared away. He was seated once again at the table, the Glock in pieces across the surface, the morning’s newspaper spread out beneath the dissembled handgun. Gun oil and a rag in his hands.

He had decided that today would be the day. It was his 89th birthday. How he had made it nearly to 90 was an impossible contemplation. He couldn’t conceive of it. Not entirely. Could a person’s internal engine run on the fuel of rage and grief for decades? It could and his had indeed. Sixty years of such incitement.

Six decades of isolation. His wife dead, her mother dead, his son institutionalized. And for the most part, the house as though they had all gone to bed the night before and only he rising in the morning. Alone. The old woman’s bedroom door closed. His wife’s bureau and closet unopened. The child’s room had been torn apart by the police. He had cleared it out later, down to the floorboards, up to the rafters and then closed that door forevermore. Most of it he had burned in the burn barrel out back.

He knew he should have breached the old woman’s room, knew that’s where the answers most probably could be found, but for what end. His wife had hinted enough and yet they had done nothing. His wife obedient, he disbelieving, and the child the victim. He had no doubt about any of that. But proving it would be redundant. Redundant to what he learned that terrible night.

What had his life been? Was this a penance served? For what transgression?

At first, he could not find it in himself to forgive, but as the years departed from his life, and the doctors implored, he began to believe he could. He should. For the sake of the boy.

It was proven useless. A fool's errand. And where after all was said and done and tried did the store of his fatherly love reside?

Again and again, meeting after meeting, even consultations in his own living room, gods how could he sit there and remember walking into the house that evening, his wife shot point blank between the eyes, her body being desecrated by the boy with the kitchen cleaver in his hand. He remembered the drenching shock and then his hands around the child’s throat, he would have choked the very life out of him, but the cunning creature had brought the knife up in both small hands and got him good on the inside of his thigh. Cutting through the thick canvas of the work trousers he had on, and he let go and the boy was gone, through the door into the yard over the fence and down into the wilds of the creek behind the house. He had let out a roar and followed. There was nothing left for him in the house. He knew his wife was dead. She had been beheaded.

Later they told him as if it were a kindness about the Glock and the nine-millimeter sized hole in her forehead. Told him all about it when they returned the gun into his possession.

There was no fixing the child. He had suggested they test him for some sort of poison the old woman might have been feeding him. And not just the poison of her words.

Years passed and the boy grew into an adult and now was descending into a late middle-aged man. Entirely unhinged, they declared, but with different words, clinical, dry, encyclopedic. It was undeniable that the child believed in the monsters he had surely been told about by a vengeful old witch of a woman.

And what of her? Had she always despised her own daughter, loathed her son in law? For what possible reason? Had the boy inherited some kind of mental condition from his grandmother? That seemed reasonable.

But doubt had been cast. In the beginning. Two long years of it. The police and the doctors, the lawyers and the judge, all casting a damning light on him as though by his own hand some trauma had been visited upon his family. After a few years of that, and the child showing no signs of improvement, they finally, blessedly left father and son alone with their own monstrous thoughts.

He had stopped all interaction. The state paid the outrageous bills. The asylum was his home now, the doctors his family. He hadn't visited in, well, decades.

Today, he would visit, the Glock tucked into a pocket. With his own retribution. But first he would visit the cemetery. Leave flowers for his wife, spit on her mother's grave.

He reassembled the pistol and began to load the magazine. His son believed in monsters? Then today he would be a monster.

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Aug. 8th, 2025 08:44 am
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Almost the weekend time, whoop whoop! I made it through the week with a big pot of rice and some stir fry, very happy to have $$ in my account again. But I am not driving anywhere this weekend bc there is a big event at the bottom of the hill and everyone drives in and parks on my street. So unless I want to lose it, Susan is staying put! Thankfully most of what I have planned (ie: nothing) I can do on transit. I'll pop to the store on my way home to pick up a few things and otherwise chill until Monday.

I would sincerely like to not get sucked into a cloud of "too many similar choices" and just end up playing video games all weekend again, so here are some ideas:

Dishes
Sew a thing or two
Knit
Cross stitch
Read a (library) book

I can do that, right?

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Aug. 8th, 2025 08:41 am
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Lots of back and forth driving yesterday. Came home to watch the baby over lunch while M had a meeting. She was super cooperative, just wanted a bit of snack and then was right to bed for her nap, didn't fuss or fight at all. That actually meant that I got back out a bit early and was able to get fuel and still make it back to work on time. Nice!

Stopped by World Market on the way home to pick up the hamper I'd ordered. Got all the way home before I realized that they hadn't included the liner it was supposed to have, so once M finished his work and we had dinner, I headed back out and picked it up. 

Once I was home, M went straight to bed, so it was just us girls and cats for the rest of the night. Kate went down fairly easily at her bedtime, and I melted into the couch for a while before finally turning in myself. Just a quiet evening at home. 

Big cleaning plans for the weekend. I'm planning to pack away most of my sewing corner and put it in storage, since it's become very clear that I just don't have the time to touch any projects right now. I'll keep my sewing desk and machine at the house, and a few small essentials like hand-sewing needles and such, but all the trim, fabric, and other things that I like to have on hand but don't use often will go into boxes, and the bookcase with my sewing books will go into the bedroom. That'll clear up a corner of the living room for Kate's stuff, and hopefully keep things a bit more contained. 

Cassock plans are dead, blah. Someday, I will sew A Thing again, but it doesn't look like that day will be happening anytime this year.

I may or may not iron clothes this weekend. I really need to, but we hates it, precious.

Cornstarch

Aug. 7th, 2025 09:05 pm
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I think I got salad dressing on my gala dress. I blotted it with water as soon as I saw it. When I got home, I rubbed it with cornstarch. It absorbed the oil, and last I looked, the spot was gone. Whew.

Book Haul

Aug. 7th, 2025 06:34 pm
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One of the libraries near me has a book sale this weekend. They had most of the Bryant and May series and most of the Benjamin January series. I bought all the ones I didn't already have. Twenty books about triples my unread pile, but you can't beat $2 each...except by going to one of the other local library sales where they only ask for $1 each.

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Aug. 7th, 2025 08:40 am
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Tried a new baked ziti recipe last night, and it was a vast improvement over the one had I had used before, so it will go into the recipe book. It took forever to make, though, and made a lot of dishes, so it's not going to be a frequent one. I also heavily modified it, since there was no mention at all of seasoning the ground beef, I didn't have enough mozzarella so I mixed in cheddar and parmesan, and I didn't have whole canned tomatoes, only crushed. I imagine the recipe would have probably been somewhat bland if made as-is.

Making the ziti took up most of the night, and it was finishing up just as it was time to put Kate to bed. I got her down easily enough, and M finished work right after, so we got to sit on the couch together and enjoy dinner and chat, and it was a pretty pleasant evening overall. 

I must be entering the nesting phase of this pregnancy, because all I wanted to do when I got home was clean things. I did a bit of work in our bedroom, namely excavating Kate's old basinet from under the clothes pile that had accumulated on top of it, and putting some old clothes into boxes since we won't be wearing them again anytime soon. I also ordered a pretty new hamper for our bed linens, since we have quite a pile of bedsheets accumulated that need to be laundry stripped, and are just kind of hanging out in a laundry bag in the corner right now looking pathetic. At least the hamper will look intentional!

WTF Wednesday - Clankers

Aug. 6th, 2025 08:07 pm
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https://www.nbcnews.com/tech/internet/ai-backlash-brewing-clanker-says-growing-frustrations-emerging-tech-rcna222231

The use of “clanker” is rising as people are more often encountering AI and robots in their daily lives, something that is only expected to continue in the coming years.

The anti-machine backlash has long been simmering but is now seemingly breaking to the surface. A global report by Gartner research group found that 64% of customers would prefer that companies didn’t use AI for customer service — with another 53% stating they would consider switching to a competitor if they found out a company was doing so. People are becoming more worried about AI taking their jobs, even though evidence of actual AI-related job losses is relatively scant.

“Clanker” is also not the first pejorative term for something related to AI to have spread across the internet. “Slop” as a catchall term for AI-generated content that is of low quality or obviously created by AI — such as “shrimp Jesus” — entered internet parlance last year and has since become widely used. Other anti-AI terms that have emerged include “tin skin” and “toaster,” a term that traces back to the science fiction show Battlestar Galactica.


Honestly, we’ve got AI enabled all over the place at work. And it’s starting to feel more than a bit like Clippy. “Hi, I see you’re doing [A Thing]! Would you like help?”

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***
But there is a little bit of good news to report here as well.

https://www.404media.co/wikipedia-editors-adopt-speedy-deletion-policy-for-ai-slop-articles/

Wikipedia editors just adopted a new policy to help them deal with the slew of AI-generated articles flooding the online encyclopedia. The new policy, which gives an administrator the authority to quickly delete an AI-generated article that meets a certain criteria, isn’t only important to Wikipedia, but also an important example for how to deal with the growing AI slop problem from a platform that has so far managed to withstand various forms of enshittification that have plagued the rest of the internet.

For example, articles composed entirely of gibberish, meaningless text, or what Wikipedia calls “patent nonsense,” can be flagged for speedy deletion. The same is true for articles that are just advertisements with no encyclopedic value.


Also, I just love the word “enshittification”.

Free toilet!

Aug. 6th, 2025 03:44 pm
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Exactly what the title says. We're getting a free toilet.

It's been dumb. They scheduled us for installation when I was in LA and Tom was at the vet, so we rescheduled. When I was at the beach Monday and my mom was getting Tom ready to go, she got a text that the installer was on his way. No one told him about the cancellation. The next day the installer cancelled. This was all third party so we weren't sure what to do, so went to Lowe's and cancelled everything. Then we reordered the toilet with delivery. The woman who delivered it came when I was at work. She asked my mom to take the toilet out of her car and carry it upstairs. Um, no. If we could carry it upstairs, we'd have just put it in my car! So she left and my mom went to Lowe's. She just wanted a refund, and she referenced my successful claim with the oven against Home Depot, but after much back and forth, the manager ended up giving us the toilet. He got two guys who were there to ride with the delivery woman, who had shown up by that point, and delivered it.

So that was fun. The plumber who installed our dishwasher is coming tomorrow. Probably when I'm at work.

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Aug. 6th, 2025 08:21 am
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M finally heard back from Possible New Job to set up the final interview, hooray! It's next Thursday in the afternoon, so fingers crossed! He also had a call with a recruiter from a NY bank that has a position that's basically what he's doing now, just for more pay, so he's going to send over his resume. 

We also heard back from ECI (Early Childhood Intervention) about Kate's possible speech therapy. We have an initial assessment set up for the 19th, where they'll come for a visit and see how she uses language in her own environment, and whether she's far enough behind that she qualifies for therapy. Even if she doesn't, at least we'll get some resources on how to develop her language skills a bit better. 

Quiet evening at home. Leftover chicken tikka for dinner, and the baby plopped herself right down over my bowl and began slurping down my rice. It's probably one of her favorite dishes, judging from how she inhales it every time. She has added "mmm, good!" to her vocabulary, which she's used at dinner nearly every night this week. 

M went to bed super early, even before the baby was down, so once she was asleep I had a quiet house to myself. I was dead tired, but I was determined to enjoy my alone time for a while, and stayed up watching some TV and eating sweets. 

Trying a new baked ziti recipe tonight. Besides cooking the meat and onions, it's basically a throw-things-in-a-dish recipe, so we'll see how it goes.

Boo

Aug. 5th, 2025 07:18 pm
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I don't want to go back to work tomorrow.

Week 4

Aug. 5th, 2025 08:50 pm
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Here's where I left off last week:
"Santa's Flight Stocking" progress - 7/27/25

This week I finished the top half
"Santa's Journey Stocking" progress - 7/30/25

and started on the bottom half.
“Santa’s Journey Stocking” progress - 7/31/25

Quote of the Day - Assumed Truth

Aug. 5th, 2025 09:05 pm
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This one is via a friend on Facebook. The entire post is about truth in historical documentation for quilts (and I strongly suspect was triggered by the myth associating quilts with the Underground Railroad, which was made up of whole cloth), but I think the idea of Assumed Truth applies to conspiracy theories and oft repeated political lies.

https://www.facebook.com/BaltimoreAlbumQuilts/posts/pfbid02s2zZXDcUoPeFe9EJX73NjxamcN97Xjt35zEb6o2LWjfHZe1aC29Mwndn1MLFBPbpl

I think at this point it would be appropriate to take a moment to explore a topic that remains a thorn in the side of anyone committed to solid historical research.

In the study of quilts and textiles, stories have a way of taking on lives of their own. A single misattribution, casual assumption, unconfirmed family history, speculative interpretation—or even outright invention—can be repeated so often that it starts to feel true through sheer repetition or enthusiastic promotion. Scholars call this ASSUMED TRUTH: claims that are accepted not because they’re well-documented, but because they’ve been echoed uncritically over time.

Once a piece of information enters the published or exhibit-driven record—it tends to stick. Vanity publishing, in which authors pay to have their work published without undergoing a formal editorial or peer-review process, stands in contrast to traditional publishing, where manuscripts are vetted, fact-checked, and evaluated for quality and accuracy. Because vanity publishing bypasses those safeguards, it has become a major conduit for self-promoting theories.


Just think about how much fake news is assumed to be gospel truth, just because it's been repeated so many times.

AH-hahahahaha

Aug. 5th, 2025 07:49 am
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Yeaaaah guess how much sewing happened on the weekend. If you guessed "none" you'd be wrong, but it wasn't for lack of effort! I hemmed the nautical dress and stitched up the strap for the tote I made last year. Turns out the grey fabric is cotton enough to withstand high heat bc it sure needed some to get the creases to stay. I did print out my pattern and put it together/trimmed it down. Had to try on the nautical dress to see if the fit decisions I made there were good (bust is too high, otherwise I like the fit of the shoulders) and used that to cut the pattern to size. I even laid out the tropical fabric to test the layout (not enough, I think) but I had "help" with it all so i didn't actually do much.

Add to that the 30C (85F) weather and the hottest room in the apartment (kitchen) and I did my best to avoid ever being in there. Ah well.

Movie was good, we enjoyed it! Our expectations were pretty low, I think; only the OG Jurassic Park is actually good. I remember mentioning it to Loud Coworker, who went on a loud rant about how she didn't like the Big Boss Dino and its 6 legs. I think she missed the point, that it was supposed to be uglier than Satan's asshole. Like that's how the movie opens, containment breach on their genetic hybrid, island abandoned and somehow self-contained and gas in the vehicle still viable after 17 years ok sure. I think Jonny Bailey should have kept his British accent, the American one is NOT IT. That would have improved his character. Also we are glad we did the fancy seats and the fancy theatre (aka a lil "booth" with walls) bc we could NOT shut up through the whole thing. Sorry other movie goers! I heard the people in the one next to us on my side laughing at one point, so hopefully we didn't carry too much.

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Aug. 5th, 2025 08:38 am
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M called while I was at work to let me know he had a meeting at 2:30 and could I push my lunch back so I could be there to watch the baby? Since I had planned to leave work early because of the OB appointment anyway, I just left an hour earlier than planned, and it all worked out.

Since it was just a "yup, you're still pregnant" sort of checkup and not anything monumental, M stayed at home with Kate so we didn't have to stress her out and he could continue to work. Appointment was quick even though the waiting room was packed, and I was out by 4:30 from a 3:45 appointment time, so not bad! The receptionist was able to give me the pre-approval from insurance for the C-section so we know how much it's going to cost for the delivery now, which is nice to know. We're holding off on paying it just yet (we just have to pay before the birth, so we have until December) since our insurance situation may change by then if M gets a new job.

Came home, made dinner while the baby played on her own, and the evening went fairly smoothly until bedtime. Part of the routine is that I remake our bed, since M squirms so much that he tends to completely discombobulate things, and I don't want to crawl into bed in the dark with the sheets and blankets all cattywampus. Well, when I pulled the sheet taut to get it back into place, I discovered a pee spot, which some cat had left in the middle of the bed. -_-

Commence an hour of washing, scrubbing, soaking, and repeating to get everything out of the mattress. Thankfully, I had clean sheets on hand, so the soiled ones went away to soak and we didn't have to face sleeping on a bare mattress. Also thankfully, the comforter had been spared, so I didn't have to worry about treating that for any mess. 

By the time we were satisfied that we'd done our best and it was as clean as we could get it, it was after 9pm, and way past Kate's bedtime. At least that meant that she went to sleep almost immediately. Once she was down, I finally had a chance to eat dinner, then it was cat boxes and a few other chores before M and I moved the baby to her crib and we attempted to go to bed ourselves.

Of course, the baby decided to have one of Those Nights where she was up all the time, first at 2, then at 3, and finally at 4:30. So yeah, not feeling 100% today after all of last night's nonsense. 

Leftovers for dinner tonight, thankfully, because I don't think I'd have enough brain to cook anything tonight. 

Home!

Aug. 4th, 2025 09:40 pm
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I needed to have lunch before I left, so I went to a beach cafe on Manhattan Beach and then spent two hours there. It was lovely! Even if I apparently applied sunscreen very badly to my chest and back. Oops. Just a little pink!

Of course, I stepped in beach tar. I bought a sponge at Albertsons when I stopped for coffee and scrubbed it off as much as it could, and put hand cream on my shoe as a barrier. Hooray for the random Starbucks I picked in GPS being in an Albertsons!

And when I got home too many hours later, all three cats said hello. A very good thing;

Goal Met

Aug. 4th, 2025 08:52 pm
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I got through the date part and into the large repeating section of the second garter so I managed the long weekend goal.

WTF body, just WTF?

Aug. 4th, 2025 10:59 am
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It's 78 degrees out (25.5C) and I just loaded up the car with a bunch of empty cardboard boxes and drove them to the dumpster. Mostly because I wanted to be efficient and get the darned things out of the house (the two boxes for the new vacuum cleaner were huge and taking up a lot of space).

When I was outside I was thinking about how lovely the weather was, not humid at all. Quite pleasant.

So why is it that as soon as I sat back down in my air conditioned condo, that is several degrees cooler than the great outdoors, do I break out in a sweat?

My body is so weird sometimes.

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