random thoughts – Day 2,225 (Monday) – sweatshop saga

Lightly frosted.

The day kicked off with a hint of frost on the lawns, hedges, and rooftops. The sun was out, but it still felt very disrespectful. The temperature hovered in the 40s today, which is not nearly as nice as last week when it was in the high 70s/low 80s. Spring is so fickle. Once again, I'm glad I didn't buy any plants for the yard yet.

The sweatshop was back in operation. The fullest tier was remeasured (twice) to confirm the volume and was trimmed to the correct length. The waistband received buttonholes for the drawstring and was attached to the top of the skirt, and that is where the progress hit a hiccup. The two-inch elastic in my supplies, left over from another project ages ago, is a couple inches too short and won't work. There was no interest in running out to fetch more elastic today, so the production line was paused and the laborer (me) was granted the afternoon off.  There is always tomorrow.

Another day, another bucket.

It was another day with a bucket truck in front of the house. This time, there was only one guy. He parked the truck, then got out of it to enter the bucket and raise it up to the top of the utility pole. This seemed unusual and also like a safety issue and I was worried for the guy. What if something happened when he was up at the pole? What if the bucket got stuck? While he was in front of my house, I watched, ready to call for help if needed and hoping it wouldn't be necessary. 

The evening saw the weekly meetup with the duet partner to run the choreography we’ve been working on and compare costume making notes for the dance group we’re both in. Last year’s costumes were easy and we didn’t need to buy or make much, but this year’s costumes don’t seem to include anything we can just pull from our closets and wear. We’re each going to need additions on our homes for dance costumes.