Gary stopped in briefly Tuesday afternoon, when I was home, the 90+ temperatures ruling out the Tuesday knitting group for me, and in the course of a couple of minutes we arrived at the following decisions:
1. I will consider replacing my stepladder with a better one from another neighbor and dispose of mine. I pointed out that Gary's the only person who uses it anyway, so either way is fine. Dispose of either one, keep one.
2. I will save my ice blocks from Misfits for him to use in his cooler over the summer and resume recycling later.
3. He will replace the beat up old outdoor storage doors for himself, me and another neighbor, if I will find out the paint color required by the HOA. This won't happen till later this summer, because of various trips and projects and this is situation normal.
That and plant chat about the houseplant broken by squirrels, and the meeting concluded. We should run a company, never any wasted time.
I got back to the pinloom weaving and finished the vest. I plan to do an adjustment to the arm holes, usual requirement for my curvy back; it's looking ok.
Textiles and Tea this week was Sam Goates, a Scottish weaver of wool yardage for menswear, using some amazing old looms. She left Glasgow after university, to spend twenty years in Australia working in textile design, then returned to Scotland to open her own company, Woven in the Bone.
The machinery was intriguing, noisy to the point of needing ear protectors, but work horses for yardage production.
I'm listening to new YouTube uploads of various Margery Allingham mysteries while I'm making these days. Today one of my favorites, Flowers for the Judge. Full of the quirky characters she specializes in.
And here's an analysis of the biased mainstream media on Biden's age. Just sayin'. Just been sayin' for a while now.
Happy day, everyone, weave on. Or don't, it's so hot.