As I’m sure you already know, the Lowell Observatory has a sidewalk marked with with the planets in the correct distances. It was super impressive.
The post office has lost my threads.
Maybe, tracking shows them somewhere in Iowa which isn’t anywhere on the way to Arizona from California, but at least tracking shows them.
That stuff isn’t cheap and the designer is just a person trying to make a living, not a big company that can absorb a 200 dollar shipping loss without noticing. Plus, she only bought what she needed for the kits that were ordered and will be a super inconvenience if she has to replace them.
I am so sorry. That is an very frustrating thing. I hope it is resolved soon in a way that spares both you and the designer further inconvenience or cost.
You know what I hate?
Watching a small spider as it makes its way with incremental slowness across the ceiling, drawing ever closer to a spot above my lap/neck/head. I don’t mind spiders, I really don’t. They are free to go about their business in my house unless really large or in an inconvenient spot. Such as when they are crawling along just above me.
Even then, I carry on with whatever I’m doing and don’t mind them.
I have read of bronze plaques of the planets for sale meant to be put on posts for a scale model with the sun at 1-meter in diameter, the size of those red spheres you see on power lines. Looking it up on a calculator, Earth is about 1-cm 107.5 meters away, Jupiter 10-cm and 559, and Pluto – which had not been demoted yet – 17-mm and 4,220 meters. That’s a bit of a walk.
That’s just a big nope. I don’t mind spiders in the house but I do try to relocate anything that wouldn’t survive a close encounter with our cats.
Knowing that a spider is right over my head and ready to fall down the back of my shirt just wouldn’t work for me at all.
I’ve called my favorite needlepoint store and they have most of the maybe missing threads. It is possible that I will buy them and lie to the designer about only needing the threads they don’t have because I had the rest in my stash. It is much easier to lie about something like that online.
I want her to be successful. I want to continue doing mystery pieces for the rest of my life (she’s young, she will outlive me) so I’m willing to toss a few extra dollars at her to achieve my goal.
It’s highly unlikely that a spider on the ceiling will fall down your shirt; at least, unless you’re actively engaged in sweeping down cobwebs while standing right underneath them. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a spider accidentally fall, unless somebody/thing has just broken its web; and it’s got no reason to want to go down the back of your shirt.
Now that I live in the city, I don’t mind spiders so much, and frankly, I hardly ever see one in the house. When I lived in the country I did have scorpions in the house occasionally. Once a scorpion fell on my head from the ceiling fan. Saw a black widow spider in the mailbox. Found a snake or two in the house during my 20 years living there. And then there was the time I woke up and a bat was flying around the bedroom. That was the second time a bat got in the house. Good times.
I’m sitting in my Dad’s rehab room, waiting for the last hour for a nurse to bring his discharge papers. If not for that, we’d have been to his house by now, he’d be resting comfortably and I’d be putting his stuff away. Instead, I’m still sitting here, still waiting, because they didn’t bother getting this together when they said he had to leave. It’s not like it’s a surprise. So why the he’ll are we still waiting?
Whenever my late husband was to be discharged from the hospital (approx. 20 hospitalizations during our 10-year marriage) they always said he’d be discharged “in the morning.” In reality, we never got out of there until at least 4 PM. If you only wait 2-3 hours, you’re doing extremely well!
My pet peeve recently is being accused of over analyzing everything when in reality I am just trying to understand the issue at hand. Gas lighting has become a normal part of conversing.
Me too. I am currently watching a small spider slowly lowering down from the stationary fan on my ceiling. I am tempted to switch it on to put some excitement into the arachnid’s life, but I won’t.
It’s an extremely beautiful spring day. The California poppies are going wild everywhere, and the lupine are just starting to show. It’d be an awesome day for a drive, only I’m still dealing with the tail end of this flu and I don’t think I’m up to it. I gave the bug to Mr. brown, and he’s right in mid-flu at the moment, so I know he’s not up for it.
So I’ll sit inside and look at youtube videos of poppies and lakes and forests.
That’s what usually happens to us in the hospital as well. I was hoping that being in a rehab facility, they’d be far better prepared. The one good thing is that they put the discharge time down as before the noon cut off so we didn’t get dinged for an extra day at $450/day.
Just because it has never happened once in over 65 years doesn’t mean it won’t happen next week.
Is Wisconsin close to Iowa? No? I didn’t think so, so why the heck are my threads in Wisconsin now? The designer ships her kits in mailing tubes so she doesn’t have to fold the canvas, it’s not like they are losing a small, light envelope.
Not that this matters to the TheThreads Calamity, but actually Iowa and Wisconsin are adjacent to each other along about an eighth of Iowa’s border (Wisconsin is to the north and east of Iowa).
Born and raised in Iowa, I can attest that they share an appreciation for dairy products and beer.
You are so right. When I was looking at the map, following the most likely way to Iowa from Ca so looked at the sides of Iowa instead of all around it. Doesn’t matter, my threads don’t belong on that side of the country damnit!
I guess I should have expanded “unless you’re actively engaged in sweeping down cobwebs while standing right underneath them” to add “or unless somebody’s throwing them at you.”
