Fitness paraphernalia, pinloom weaving and neighbors

 The day started in the gym, as usual.

To wit: tablet set up at April and her Mom, doing chair yoga, Kleenex because concentration makes me sniff, stool in the absence of an armless chair.  What you might call an 'armless set-up. Fine for purpose.

And out walking later, I met a neighbor on her patio, haven't seen her for ages. She has a great setup of miniature raised bed things for an array of vegetables and herbs, gave me a sprig of lavender. 

She's going to try potatoes again after we talked about them, planting only potato peelings. Last year my success with the peelings was as good as with half potatoes. And you still have the potatoes.

Throughout our chat her tiny new Yorkie puppy kept up a high range of shrieks and barks, a canine queen of the night, effortless high fs. 

I learned a lot from reading Highly Processed People, including the fact that, like a lot of famous science writers, he has a few excellent ideas.  They could be a very good long feature article, and he inflated them to book size because marketing. 

Not by padding but by bludgeoning the reader with endless proofs and reasoning around the same few points. He seemed unable to switch off. Still worth reading, though I nodded off around page 6,429.

Then I studied the next chapter of The 1619 Project for this week's book group with a group of Highly Knowledgeable People, need to be ready.

And while I'm considering the next page of the fabric book, speaking of books, I did some pin weaving, managing to make the same mistakes and failing to spot them in time or figure out why. 

This yarn came out like a tartan, appealing.

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But they're okay anyway. I did better last time, probably because I didn't plunge in thinking I knew exactly what I was doing.. I do like this little loom though, so friendly.

I'm not making anything in particular, just letting my mind wander over stitching ideas while I play.

 The red owie  you may have noticed on my finger is the result of an encounter with the fire irons I freecycled recently, one tool of which closed shut on it, ow.  It looks a lot less lurid now. 

And I seem to have set up another self inflicted potential mixup. You may recall the test I accidentally did recently which showed that mosquito rub doesn't remove stains, when you pick it up in mistake for the similar looking stain remover.

 I dropped the glue stick in the same handy drawer, because it's handy.  I will probably be able to attest soon that glue is ineffective against the itch of mosquito bites.

Happy day, everyone, Tuesday knitting group, to which I'll go in hopes of other people doing likewise. I'll take knitting and the pinloom, change of pace.

And remember anything worth doing is worth doing badly.

Done is better than perfect.

Don't let perfect be the enemy of good.

And other such annoying aphorisms.  I wonder if there's a book with that title.