I think I need to leave in like half an hour. Oh my. Mornings. Kick my butt.
Hey, so I called yesterday about the sewing machine and made an appointment to bring it in, and made sure they had a cord for the other machine, so I could see if it was really having stupid needle-freezing issues or if it was the fact I was borrowing a cord from a recliner chair to test it. But just to check and make sure, I tried it again. And you know what? It freakin’ worked. I don’t know why. It’s an asshole is why. So I quilted yesterday. In between driving around a lot, because you can never get everything you need at one store, which is why Amazon makes so much money. I hate driving around and doing errands. But it sometimes needs to happen because you need it NOW and you don’t want to contribute to the crazy shipping of everything all over the world.
I only quilted for a little while in the afternoon, because it was the Man’s birthday and we had this 2-hour tour of the bay that was expiring today. So we went…this is the outside of the harbor bathroom. Very exciting. I have no idea what all of it spells out.
I’m assuming it looks different at night with the lights shining through some of the letters.
There’s a bunch of Groupons for these tours all the time. As San Diego County residents, we often forget to hang out in our own city…although I’ve done pretty well with that.
Coronado Bridge…
I went on this trip (on a different boat) last summer and thought the man would enjoy it. He did.
San Diego Cityscape…
It was a nice day for it…not too hot and not too cold…
Seagull above us…it flew alongside us and then managed to land up there.
Impressive skillz.
Wildlife…
This one waved…
More sea birds…
I really don’t go down to the water enough. It’s too far, I guess.
We ate dinner downtown and passed this positive message for the new birth year…
Oh yeah. Good times. His real birthday present is in about two weeks. And there are no baby goats. Too bad.
When we got home, I quilted. I did offer to hang out and watch a movie with him, but he had to go to work today and he was too tired for a whole movie. Maybe tonight.
Like I said, the machine magically fixed itself. I love that stuff.
I really don’t. I like things to make sense. Machines anyway. I realize they probably do on some level, but it’s like machine fairy level. You know? Tech fairies. Magical beasts who fix tech when you turn it off, swear at it, and walk the fuck away.
This thing isn’t that complicated. I quilted for about 2 1/2 hours yesterday and got the whole bottom part done…
All that’s left is everything above the shoulders, which isn’t that much outlining, and all the background.
I’d really like to finish today. I’m not sure if I can, though. The annual boob-squeezing is in less than an hour (shit, I need to get ready to leave), and then I’m hanging out this afternoon in a coffee shop with Susan, who had the balls to move to freakin’ Portland, which is a million miles away. No sewing machines in coffee shops. I’ll have to bring hand work and pretend to be a well-behaved seamstress. First I have to try to get the old lady dog to eat some foods. OK. And brush my teeth. Like a human.
Kathy Nida 