May 30th, 2019

Waiting... waiting...

The building manager sent a vastly confusing email out last week but embedded in all of the unnecessary and confusing info was the news that finally, after 2.5 years, they are going to fix the drywall in my window sill that was damaged by the leak. On Thursday at 8.

A later message said it would be Tuesday. I replied to that one requesting clarification and he re-iterated that it would be Thursday at 8. It is now Thursday at 9. I have not seen or heard a thing about any of it.

To get to the spot for the fix, they will need to take down my 3 stained glass panels and I want to be in the room with an eagle eye when they do that. So I wait. I could call and ask WTF but I cannot think of any answer he could give me that would not piss me off. So why torture myself?

Yesterday's game had highs and lows... Baseball wise it was an interesting game to watch. The lead went back and forth for 9 innings. Sadly we ran out of innings and the other team won. Again. The people on either side of me were not regulars and not chatty. So I listened to the game broadcast which is delayed by about a bat swing.

At one point, there was a guy on the row in front of me and over about 10 seats who had a very loud voice and started to use it. It was annoying but it's a baseball game. And then he started to comment on the other team members' uniforms and the umpires physical characteristics and it was offensive. He was only about 3 insults in when the usher told him, very nicely, to Shut The Fuck Up. And he did. After the game I stopped by that usher and thanked him. He told me that 'We do not tolerate that in the ballpark but particularly not in the Diamond Club. The owner of his seat will be notified and put on notice.' WHOA! Kind of nice to know that even the big spenders are called on the carpet when they misbehave.

My sales guy came and found me yesterday and brought me a Mariners season ticket holder vacuum water bottle. Which was not only nice, but very handy. Just after 1st pitch, the clouds parted and the sun came out and fried our butts. I had the bartender fill up my new bottle with ice and boy was that a handy thing to have.

9:35 - the building manager just showed up with some guy that he did not introduce. He showed the guy the damage and then they left.

I think I'm going to go to the sewing room and finish off the pocket project.


All done and yeah!!

It turned out that the two person crew they hired to do the work was just exceptional. They not only took down the stained glass very carefully, turns out they paid close attention to how it was hung so that putting it back was easy with no trial and error. The window sill is fixed and painted and done. YEAH!!

Meanwhile I finished up the pocket project. The last three shirts I added pockets two were ones I made two years ago when I was experimenting with different seam treatments and before I had a serger. Each of them had different seaming methods. On one, it turned out, I'd used a weird machine stitch in a very matching thread and it took me a long time to noodle out why the stitches wouldn't unpick.

So, I decided to start a notebook of each project. I should have done this two years ago but did not. I am now. And the first project is a simple, short, fleece hoodie. I am kind of making it up as I go along because I wanted it to be a Mariner hoodie and I had less than a yard of Mariner fleece. But I had a yard of red fleece that will work fine with. It has to be short because the jacket zipper I have is 18". Plus I wanted it short.

I did not want to have to go to any fabric store because I'd just buy shit I don't need. So way better to make do with what I have. If I love it, then I can go buy quality stuff and make it again.

My brother has two Nest cams. One shows his driveway and the street in front of his house and the other shows the lot next door where they are building two houses. I keep them up on the monitors across the room. I love watching them.

But now I have a mystery on my hands. My sister-in-law's car has been missing since Sunday. She got in (no luggage or anything) on Sunday about mid-day and drove away. I easily could have missed her return but the car, for sure, has not been back. On Tuesday, in a text, my brother mentioned she was with him in Austin. But, that's the only clue I've had about her and none about the car.

Yeah, I could ask. But, that would kill the intrigue immediately. So I just watch and wonder.

I saw yesterday that CBS is going to air Season 1 of The Good Fight on CBS regular TV. Apparently Les Moonves was the one who decreed the cement wall between CBS Interactive and regular CBS never be breached but since we got rid of him, smarter heads are prevailing. I wonder what they will do with the profanity? I've still not seen Season 3 but I'm damn sure not going to wait until it comes to CBS. Probably in a week or so, I'll pony up for CBS Interactive and binge it. Such good TV. I also have Season 2 of Killing Eve recorded and not watched. And Season 2 of Unforgotten. Lots of good stuff in my future.


A while back I created a bunch of searches on Zillow. Houses I had lived in, houses my friends or relatives lived in. Just for a giggle. I get updates on the neighborhoods from time to time and if/when one of them oges on sale, I get the notice. Today that giggle paid off big time.

The house that I spent my high school years in came up for sale and it's wonderful to wander around the inside and see all the rooms.

It's quite a bit fancier now than it was then. And bigger. They added on about 12 feet or maybe more. And they completely fixed up the basement which was a cinderblock rec room when we were there.

It's in a really nice part of town and a pretty part. But, man those housing prices are looooooow.

The funny part is that my sister had a pink room with a four poster bed. That room, in this house today, is pink with a four poster bed. My room had two twin beds. That room in this house today has two twin beds. Funny.

The kitchen is completely redone and expanded so it's hard to relate to it and the den has a TV in it. That would have NEVER happened when we lived there. The den was a flat out NO TV room. The living room and dining room look exactly the same. Exactly.

When we first moved to Winston-Salem (1955) we lived in a smaller house that is now, about the same size. Somehow they have kept the same footprint and added 2 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms. I cannot wait until that house goes on sale and I can see those rooms!