I’m not saying this picture proves anything, but I’m not not saying that either:

Watching the Mariners from the 100 level intersection of Jimothy fans and Deadheads. The handmade craft element is strong on both sides of the aisle, but I’ve got to say the Deadheads are winning on overall crowd enthusiasm as we head into the bottom of the fourth.

Turns out the station piano is load-bearing as a wayfaring sign.

The piano closed sign + seeing the station event space made me realize that I’ve been away from my harps long enough to miss them. 🪉 Would not mind a chance to play them here. I’m assuming the acoustics are good, even if it might be kind of noisy.

Is the piano open? I have a few hours between trains at Los Angeles Union Station, and have happened upon my favorite station sign yet.

I’m anticipation of sun (and summer), I dropped the ollas back into our raised bed. They worked SO WELL for vegetables the past few years. I’m curious if newly transplanted raspberry canes, with their shallow roots, will also like them. 🌱

Untangled the yarn just enough that the snarl should work itself out in time. Then I came across this actual knot in the working strand. So the yarn seems to have been through some things.

watching baseball & knitting when a ball of yarn spits out a snarl somehow involving three strands, none of which comes from the center of the ball. 🧶 ⚾️ I’ve spent two innings trying to detangle this thing & I’m starting to wonder if my spatial reasoning skills are outmatched

I’m really hoping they make Humpy the Redeemer a permanent feature of the third base ramp #goms

Making a knit flower garland for a friend (think this shape:🌸) 🧶 Me reading through the pattern: “huh, they sure do mention a lot about how essential blocking is.” Me half way through the knitting: “ah yes, I see why they said that so many times”

Professor Olaf’s Scientifically Accurate Fortunes is set up to disperse fortunes from the multiverse, candy & treats to the trick or treaters of Ballard. 🔮🧪

Humpy Not Trumpy sign seen at Ballard No Kings today. Now I have an added appreciation for how this sign stays respectful to Humpy’s colleague.

At the Ballard No Kings / #goms rally. The Humpy Not Trumpy sign was a crowd favorite.

Wowzers. This book about the phone book is my bus/lunch reading today. It was written in 2010 and so it has an early cell phone, pre-algorithm take on phone numbers & information searches that is already disorienting. Now I legit may need to go lay down.

Might have a little cry of relief + processing how it has come to this. Just earlier today I reorganized our safety supplies and found a bag of cloth masks. I don’t remember when I bagged them up because we finally had better options, but seeing them again sure did bring back memories.

Is there any good Moby Dick discourse going around these days? I just uncovered a few hot takes from the tail end of the last century.

All the cats have wanted to do today is come upstairs to the cats-are-here-with-supervision-only room & sleep on the floor. If it means I must lounge on a daybed all afternoon reading a book about walking around Amsterdam, so be it. I’ll take this one for the team.

My harp teacher suggested this sign when I told her why I needed to reschedule this afternoon’s lesson.

Hooray for pedestrian streets! Today I walked from near the downtown public library to the market, ordered lunch from Maíz, sat down to eat, and walked back within an hour. Last time I tried this, I ended up eating at my desk because it took so much time to navigate cars & crowded sidewalks.

I would totally sign up for Reports. But in my head I would say the name of the class like this every time: img.secondsale.com/PRO05285345....

A beautiful day in Seattle #handsoff

I was tempted to keep this corduroy vest with pocket puff that my mom made. Truly, the 90s were a magical time.

About to send a little red steamer trunk packed full of American Girl doll & accoutrements to two little girls who will love her.

As someone who does not even like going up hills like Phinney Ridge in a car, I do surprisingly well on Pittsburgh’s inclines. The Monongahela (this one) seems less nerve wracking to me than the Duquesne - especially on the way down.

Then I will be sure not to tell you about how the inner lid is magnetic to help keep track of crafty accoutrements. No, no. I’ll just keep that to myself.

Train knitting update 🧶🚆: due to train late, mitts are not only done before Pittsburgh but before Chicago. This is good because both cities seem chilly. And now I must seek out yarn stores in order to find a new project. Oh darn. Pattern: En Plein Air Half-Mitts by Diana Twiss via Spin Off.

The Djinn Waits A Hundred Years is so atmospheric and engrossing. I thought reading it on a train would make me less inclined to be spooked by the haunted nature of the story. But no, it just made it all the easier to miss many, many miles of upper plains states scenery.

Time for train knitting! 🧶 I’m on a 52 hour journey, so I may have a new set of mitts by the time we get into Pittsburgh. Then again, pattern mods to accommodate homespun yarn might mean I’ll need the return trip as well.

Plans today got scuttled by a bout of patriotism. It did make me feel better.

One of my favorite things about the downtown Seattle library is that it has a sheet music collection. I am one of the latest in a nearly-100 year long string (haha) of Seattle-area harpists to check out this piece by Hasselmans.