Welcome to yet another Tuesday. The day dawned sunny, with clear, blue skies, and the morning air is filled with the sounds of the trash trucks. I woke up with my sleep mask around my neck, rendering it completely useless. However, there wasn’t much time before Shawshank‘s alarm was scheduled to go off. I scrolled through Reddit until I couldn’t put off getting up any longer.
We had a pretty good Sloth Day, and spent much of the day taking turns playing Tears of The Kingdom. He doesn’t mind watching me play. On the other hand, when it’s Shawshank‘s turn to play, I try to occupy myself with something else. I don’t want to watch him explore, and then find that same cool stuff on my own later. I want to explore shit on my own. The story is secondary to my exploration experience. When we started Breath of The Wild a few months ago, I had already played some and done some exploring (before giving up), so I wasn’t as frustrated watching him find new things. With Tears of The Kingdom, it’s all new again, and there’s so much more for me to fuck around with.
Now, if it’s Shawshank‘s turn to play, I try to occupy myself with other stuff. He’s in his “early game” mode, where he’s mostly running around, trying to hit enough shrines to upgrade himself and maybe not be so chickenshit. Unfortunately for me, he’s also hitting a bunch of cut scenes and main story line, so I have to ignore the TV half the time. I love being able to play together and share that experience with Shawshank; however, I feel like I’m doing a lot of it secondhand.
Yesterday, I wanted to do something – anything – to focus on anything other than my phone or the TV while Shawshank played. I tried to work on the red genie pants. Since I had started pinning the sides the other day, I pressed things and closed up the side seams. I had trouble when I cut the two pieces of fabric, and to even things out, I attempted to put some little cuffs around the ankle. Unfortunately, I pinned the cuffs in wrong, and they’ll be invisible. Whatever, that’s ok, I’ll live. No one is looking at my ankles anyway.
Then, just after the realization about the invisible cuffs, I discovered I have no more elastic. I should have just given up then.
The rest of the afternoon was just one frustration after another. I moved on to pinning the waistband. I thought that if I got as much done as I could with what I have on hand, I would have less to deal with when I have supplies to finish. The crafting gods weren’t on my side. This time, the iron kept shooting hot water out of the spout, soaking everything I was trying to pin. I took a break to grind some weed. Then finished pinning my wet satin, while ignoring Shawshank as he played the game.
We had a good dinner. I cut up some sprouts and we had roasted sprouts and veal cutlets. Later, Shawshank took me out for ice cream.
