Ugh, stupid rhinovirus.
Jan. 1st, 2026 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonNot a lot to report this week. I did a lot of shoveling on Monday and Tuesday -- I'm particularly proud of remembering about our street drains, and finding them and making sure there are paths to them for the eventual meltwater. Not that anything has thawed yet; we're still buried in piles of white. I did a little reverse applique on a tank top, just to try out some techniques. Cooked dinner for my polycule as planned, and finished Winter Burrow. After that, I was felled by a classic rhinovirus and nothing else happened. My acro class was also cancelled on Monday due to the snow, so I've now missed a full week of acro practice and I am hating that to pieces.
I did still get handstands and contortion in, and with a couple of interesting "aha" moments in each handstand class. Spring keeps leveling up my press drills, and there's a new one I haven't quite managed to do yet where I get support just on my arms, and just for the first part of the press, after which I'm supposed to come off the support and actually balance myself like a grownup. SIGH. I have a much younger friend who's going to be way better than me in two years but is currently right around where I am -- and she's just starting the same exercise, too. The friendly competition is good for me, in that it gives me some kind of faith: if she can do that, then I probably can too. For now, anyway.
I navigated a tricky situation involving the hemming of a kid's pants, which I think I handled pretty well in the end. My own parents used to clash with me on how my clothes fit, so I was not very on board with doing an undesired hem, and I told the kid I wasn't going to put needle to fabric unless/until they were okay with the proposed change. Who knows whether they believed me -- I meant it though. Mercifully, after some pinning and re-pinning we found a pants length that everyone seems cheerful about.
Called my congress critters. It feels ridiculous to tell Elizabeth Warren what I think she should do about ICE or anything else, when she has political opinions more nuanced and on more issues than I ever will. But if it helps her to say she's hearing from constituents, then very well, I'm in.
Now, back to paying some kind of Weirdo Tax -- yet another insurance company is saying they won't cover me anymore (this time, just part of my real estate, because I don't own it with "household members"). I really don't like how messy my insurance situation is. I haven't done anything wrong, but my finances don't quite look like the average American's, and "unusual" is expensive because it means "hard to assess". I strongly respect insurance companies for being data-driven in the face of all political pressure, but sometimes they piss me off for the exact same thing.
What's next? Well, I got past my low-buy January, so I can buy fabrics and shirts for further sewing adventures. I've also signed up for Flash Fiction February through storytellingcollective.com, which is something I wanted to do / tried to do last year but couldn't because of work. So, assuming I can avoid getting sick, I guess I'm planning a month of creative output to go along with my handstand drills. Wish me luck. My nose says I'm still only at 90%, but improving.
I did still get handstands and contortion in, and with a couple of interesting "aha" moments in each handstand class. Spring keeps leveling up my press drills, and there's a new one I haven't quite managed to do yet where I get support just on my arms, and just for the first part of the press, after which I'm supposed to come off the support and actually balance myself like a grownup. SIGH. I have a much younger friend who's going to be way better than me in two years but is currently right around where I am -- and she's just starting the same exercise, too. The friendly competition is good for me, in that it gives me some kind of faith: if she can do that, then I probably can too. For now, anyway.
I navigated a tricky situation involving the hemming of a kid's pants, which I think I handled pretty well in the end. My own parents used to clash with me on how my clothes fit, so I was not very on board with doing an undesired hem, and I told the kid I wasn't going to put needle to fabric unless/until they were okay with the proposed change. Who knows whether they believed me -- I meant it though. Mercifully, after some pinning and re-pinning we found a pants length that everyone seems cheerful about.
Called my congress critters. It feels ridiculous to tell Elizabeth Warren what I think she should do about ICE or anything else, when she has political opinions more nuanced and on more issues than I ever will. But if it helps her to say she's hearing from constituents, then very well, I'm in.
Now, back to paying some kind of Weirdo Tax -- yet another insurance company is saying they won't cover me anymore (this time, just part of my real estate, because I don't own it with "household members"). I really don't like how messy my insurance situation is. I haven't done anything wrong, but my finances don't quite look like the average American's, and "unusual" is expensive because it means "hard to assess". I strongly respect insurance companies for being data-driven in the face of all political pressure, but sometimes they piss me off for the exact same thing.
What's next? Well, I got past my low-buy January, so I can buy fabrics and shirts for further sewing adventures. I've also signed up for Flash Fiction February through storytellingcollective.com, which is something I wanted to do / tried to do last year but couldn't because of work. So, assuming I can avoid getting sick, I guess I'm planning a month of creative output to go along with my handstand drills. Wish me luck. My nose says I'm still only at 90%, but improving.
