On Lupine Laughter

Got edited in class last night. The submission went across fairly well. Classmates' major question was, why were the wolves laughing? Or, you know, giving off the wolfish impression of laughter.

Um, because they were amused? Hell if I know. I just write this stuff, I don't micromanage every nuance! If the wolves in the scene in my head find the trio of godschildren amusing, who am I to argue with a pack of semi-sentient wolves that are as big as horses?

My Version Of Destressing

Gardened after work. Put in almost all the rest of the tomatoes, and the last four jalepeno plants. Also the yellow crookneck squash, a couple of sugar baby watermelons, and my sole Minnesota midget melon that sprouted.

The first bout of corn is already starting to show tassel, and the potatoes I have tucked in here and there look very happy! And somehow I seem to've gotten chives volunteering where I don't think I've ever planted chives. Very confusing. The first of the zinnias and calendulas are starting to bloom, and the tomatoes that went in the ground a few weeks ago are already a foot tall.

Had turkey soup for dinner, watched the third episode of LoK, washed dishes, and worked some more on the 401. The presser foot still isn't lowered, but I oiled, heated, and whacked at it some more, and shall continue to do so until it submits. I also used q-tips and rubbing alcohol to clean some of the grease spatter from inside the machine's body. Problem is, I don't have a working sewing machine until I either get this one, the 101, or the treadle operational, or take Lilo to the repair shop and find out how much they're going to charge me. Which I will need to do at some point; none of my vintage machines are very portable for classes at Costume College. Well, except the 128K, but I kind of refuse to use a handcrank machine to teach a class on making petticoats. But this week, having just spent $alotofmoney on a car, I'm feeling kind of wary of unknown sums.