Good morning, hep cats and kittens. The new week has started. We have sunshine and clouds. Brightly cloudy, Florida-style. I’m assuming the cats are in the doorway, enjoying the morning sunshine. I had another typical sleep, where I was up around 6am. I don’t know why I bother thinking that some day I might sleep until the alarm goes off; it’s not happening. That’s not my wake time anymore. Instead, I’ll lay in bed for an hour until his alarm.
I sat down yesterday morning to fix the pants I fucked up on Saturday. When I stopped work on them, I was pissed because I was looking at ripping out the entire ankle cuff. After sleeping on the problem, I woke up yesterday with a solution that didn’t involve picking the gathered seam apart. Much to my surprise, when I sat down to apply this solution, I found I’d actually fucked up both cuffs. At that point, it was just easier for me to cut both cuffs off in frustration and reinstall them almost from the beginning.
Reload an old save and try again.
Eventually, I finished them, aside from the elastic. I might run it through today, or hold off until tomorrow’s morning live stream.
Shawshank‘s dad modified my fire poi’s handles for me. I had already modified them once, replacing their original mesh finger loops entirely because I DON’T WANT THE FIRE FIRMLY ATTACHED TO MY HANDS. I don’t know what that company was smoking when they made that design decision. Sure, we might have a few cases where our loops have melted to someone’s hands, but PROFITS.
I had replaced my loops with some secondhand brass drawer pulls. Due to the design of pulls in general, I had about an inch of threading exposed and usually rubbing my finger webbing. I was also nervous my improvised design would gradually unscrew while I was spinning, so I would constantly pinch the screw or hold the chain rather than the knobs. He replaced my screws with a couple he cut to a custom length, and added a couple of washers so everything sits solidly but still swivels nicely.
Today is our usual lazy day. The dock for my Switch died about a month ago, and the new one should be coming in today’s mail. I’m also expecting another elastic shipment, and some more sewing machine needles. Shawshank will make us a brunch to feast on. I’ll probably bang out a pair of pants, or take advantage of a second pair of hands to help spread fabric out and cut it. But I doubt we’ll leave the house.
