Frock Chick

I finished the crossword puzzle today and it said I had a 1348 day streak. But I looked at the stats and it said 34 days. What?!? Actually, I looked at the stats first, so I panicked a little. I know it's small, but I love my streak! I was relieved when it was right on the puzzle.

I looked at all the puzzles, and they have yellow stars. But for some reason, one doesn't have the bars linking the puzzles.

I wrote tech support. Hopefully they can fix it!

I thought it would go quickly, but not that quickly!

I also continued cleaning the shower closet that I started cleaning yesterday and have wanted to clean for years, made English muffin bread (super easy King Arthur recipe), and strawberry jam. It was a busy day!

I decided to just go ahead and sew sequins for the border for the neckline trim. I'll figure out the design later. The sketch has basically a squiggly line, which I have seen on dresses. One that I found and forgot to pin had sequins mixed in with the squiggles.

I thankfully enjoy sewing sequins!

The machine sewing on the skirt is done. I want to hand sew the organza part of the seam and the hem. Still not sure what I want the beading on the bodice to look like.

I'm mostly used to my car being automatic, but I still don't approve. Shifting helps me focus when I'm fizzing, which I've been doing the last few days, and I have to focus hard on focusing while driving. It's weird, but shifting is just enough to keep my attention there. Thankfully, I'm aware of the issue and can force my attention where it needs to be, but I so miss having attention be natural.

Overall, I'm happy enough with the Subaru, but I really wish the Mazda 3 that came with a manual transmission had cloth seats. Leather seats in 120+ weather are worse than automatics.


I also figured out something about one of the air vents today. It's super skinny because of the giant stupid screen, not the traditional shape. I thought sliding the tab made it point down. It doesn't. It closes it. No wonder I didn't get much air from it. It moves side to side, but the only option is for it to hit you directly in your face.

Also, as much as I'm trying not to play with the air controls because it's a touchscreen that you have to look at instead of dials, auto air just doesn't work the way I want it to. It was fine in southern California, but just can't figure out what I need here. Yes, I need the air on my feet before ten minutes into the drive. And yes, I'm very fussy about the air. Running hot is not fun at all.

Tom is doing fine. He's getting better at hobbling naturally. I'm actually excited for his appointment on Monday to get his splint changed.

He doesn't know how to play, and can't really play much now, but I bought him a new toy, a base with a large spring and a ball. Sid stuck his whole head in it, and that was before he ate half the catnip plant I also bought. Poppy ate one of the feathers off the toy.

They're such good boys!

The bodice is done, except for beading, and I have no idea what I want it to look like. The sketch the dress is based on doesn't translate for me somehow and looking at other dresses isn't helping. I'll figure something out, but it's rather annoying until I do!

Tuesday: Hanging out outside. I think I'll go find that food under the stairs and try to get a treat. I'll meow really loud.

Wednesday: I've been kidnapped. What is this place? I heard the treat people say something about a clubhouse.

Thursday: I'm in a small box. I'm in a car. Something is missing. What's happening? Back in the "clubhouse"

Friday: I've been kidnapped again. Two large cats here. Lots of food. Why is the sky exploding?

Saturday: This might be ok. Treat people telling me I'm safe now.

Sunday: Zzz

Monday: So much food. I think I'm gaining weight!

Tuesday: Zzz

Wednesday, almost midnight: The perch looks nice. OW. What happened. Fall. Planter broken. Limping. In small box. Something about a "fracture."

Thursday: Pain meds. Sleep. So much sleep. Not so sure about "safer" inside.

Friday: In small box. Something about finally having an "appointment." Leg wrapped up. Stupid cone on head. Something about another appointment in two weeks. Something about eight weeks to heal. Treat people are nuts if they think I'll stay confined.

Saturday: Sid and Poppy are super nice. Sleeping with treat person. Get supervised break from cone. Get grumpy, but then zzzz.


So, Tom, in keeping with a new tradition I don't like, somehow knocked a heavy planter off the windowsill and fractured his foot. The regular vet couldn't fix it and sent us to the emergency vet who she thought could get him into the attached surgical vet, but couldn't. He got sn appointment for the next day. He's a super sweet boy and doing ok with it, but he clearly is not happy with the situation!

As far as the tradition, when Sid and Poppy were fairly new, they had emergencies too. Poppy swallowed yarn and Sid missed a jump and landed wrong.

Tom will be fine, but everyone is stressed! Poor little guy!

More tomorrow...