*The actual stadium parking lot which is directly out my living room window, is quite small. Tailgating is minimum because of of its size and the cost but mainly because, there is no drinking allowed. This year, particularly, going to a Seahawks game sober just seems pointless.
They close off a lot of streets around the stadium, and, therefore, around my building. It can be very tricky to get home. It's like a corn maze with idiots in cars ahead of you who have no idea what's happening and so just essentially park in the middle of the road. Also now you can add in Uber drivers who pick up and drop off people in the middle of the road whenever they want.
I got to the street my garage is on just as the police were putting out the STREET CLOSED signs on my end of the stadium. I felt like I dodged a bullet.
It did remind me to go through and mark up my calendar for all Seahawks home games. I will need to remember to high tail it home from the pool on those days.
I've been crocheting a vest that is kind of a design as you go. I finished it but then thought it needed 3 more inches on the bottom. So I started those yesterday but I'm still not sold on the idea. Last night, in my dreams, my Mom was sitting right here with me in my living room and I tried the vest on for her and she totally agreed, 3 more inches on the bottom.
The weird part of that dream was that is was not weird at all. There was not one single element that was dreamlike. She was Mom. It was my living room, my vest. The conversation was 100% credible - in content and syntax. The only thing that was dream like was her being dead now for 13 years. Wild. Anyway, I'm totally going to finish that bottom 3 inches. Mom told me to!
But I'm not going to do it today. My arm is killing me. I very nearly stopped swimming early because of it. Weirdly both arms are sore but my right one particularly. Between the shoulder and the elbow. It could be the typing on this laptop, the knitting, the computer games on my phone and tablet, the crocheting, old age, sun spots, who the fuck knows but I'm going to start with the crochet - start as in stop. For today.
I do plan to cut out a new top from some dinosaur fabric, make chex mix, make chicken salad, watch the baseball game, finish the episode of Jack Irish I started and watch CBS Sunday morning.
That's the plan anyway.