* Over the weekend, I did go to the big antique mall. It's.....smaller than it was, a lot of the dealers have left. The person who had vintage cookbooks is long gone, the person who had old embroidered things is gone. I hope there are some new folks showing up soon. (I know the meme a few years ago was "the up and coming generations don't want your old stuff, they're into EXPERIENCES and also they don't have money for housing" but now today I saw an article claiming that Millennials are starting to get into antiques so I hope that they keep driving the market. Generation X is too small for our preferences to be considered, and I think a lot of us aren't into that stuff)
* I got all the cutting done for the current quilt top and made one sample block. But then I shifted and sewed a binding onto a quilt I'd had quilted (it sat for a long time without the binding, I don't like that kind of sewing much). I haven't started the handstitching part; it's awfully hot right now and the thought of having anything big and warm on my lap is unappealing.
* This evening, I'm back working on the linen-stitch sweater but it moves slowly, too. This will wind up as a tunic type; for sure I will have to wear something under it as it is a bit more open stitch than some sweaters I've made.
* News of the world - thinking about that "lost submersible." I still hope that it's bobbing somewhere on the surface, will be found soon, and just lost connectivity, but I suspect it's worse than that. Reading just how far down it planned to go - and how deep the ocean is near the Titanic wreck - well, it makes me shudder, our Coast Guard, as good as it is, isn't set up for those kinds of rescues, not that deep.
It makes me think of the plane that went down over the Indian Ocean almost 10 years ago, and that Russian sub that was stranded a bit over 20 years ago. I think thinking about them creeps me out more than some people because I'm moderately claustrophobic - I am okay in an enclosed space if I can see out of it and if I know I have control about getting out of it. But, like, I couldn't crawl into the crawl space under my house (even if I could fit, I'm not sure I could now, not without a bit of digging around the opening). I almost panicked a couple trips ago on Amtrak; the bathroom lock was partly broken and I couldn't get it open at first to get out (you had to pull the door in a bit before trying to throw the bolt back) and it was an unpleasant feeling EVEN THOUGH I knew there was ventilation and if I couldn't get out they could probably eventually remove the door from the outside.
Also elsewhere on the web, there were some folks....not exactly CELEBRATING but basically implying "no great loss" because the people who were on it were largely billionaires who paid very well for the privilege and I find that uncomfortable and wrong - even if you don't like that someone is rich, even if they might have got their vast wealth by exploitation, they're still human, they still have people who love them and....yeah, it's the "unpersoning" that seems to be rising in our culture and I don't like it.
At any rate: that submersible trip is not something I'd do even IF I had the money, but I sure hope they can rescue the people, though I suspect this will not end well for them.
(I also think of those kids who got trapped in the cave in like 2018, and were ultimately rescued, though I think in the intervening years at least one died by suicide; I can imagine that kind of thing would alter you forever)
* It's apparently Garfield's 45th birthday. So that means I would have been 9 when he made the scene. I like that he's stuck around and has perhaps gained/regained some fame through the internet, possibly due to nostalgic Gen-Xers wanting to reclaim some of the good things of their childhoods.
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