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So, this year, I chose two reading challenges for myself, and I tried to choose them advisedly, so they would affect my year's reading, but not control it.

Starting with recapping my 2025 reading challenges… )

I also found that this was a year where I was changing. And… there were times I resented the challenges that Early 2025 Me chose, because Current 2025 Me wanted to read other things but also wanted to complete the challenge she'd set for herself previously.

I suspect that I may not do any structured reading challenges next year. Or, maybe if I find some shorter-term ones. They aren't something I've traditionally done: 2025 was a first time. And I enjoyed it, despite my grumbling here. But… I also think I need less pressure on my reading life going into 2026. Let my interests take me where they will and push myself to make the decisions, rather than letting those choices be influenced as much by previous decisions.

Finishing with reading streaks and page count goals )

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H and I did something unusual for us this morning. For the first time in years, we went to see a movie in a theater. When I say "in years," the last time either of us went to the movie theater was before the pandemic lockdowns began. And it was fun. We saw F1 The Movie, which was a fun watch. I watch every F1 race and most practice and qualifying sessions, so I was definitely part of the target audience. I think H enjoys it, but more in a "she enjoys watching it if it's on, but wouldn't make a point of watching it" level.

I don't watch a whole lot of movies, so I'm not going to do much of a review, but I'm glad I watched it, and it was a lot of fun to see it on the big screen. This wasn't a movie that gained much from the "seeing it in a group of people" perspective: no laugh or cheer moments (at least in our showing). But… it is fun to have reclining seats and a large screen sometimes. (And I hope the movie-theater business figures out how to adapt if fewer people head out for the latest releases).

I enjoyed the story. I enjoyed seeing the cars larger than my TV screen. I enjoyed seeing the real-life drivers and other F1 personalities, alongside those portrayed by actors.

In short, if you enjoy Formula 1, it's a fun watch. And if you don't feel the need for the big screen, I know it'll be on Apple TV+ before too long.
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I've been trying unsuccessfully to come up with a new password.

It's rare that I'm doing this myself: long ago, I outsourced the vast majority of my password creation to my password manager. Makes it much easier to not reuse passwords.

But one of my earliest passwords has stuck with me through thick and thin. (I think I first used it about 30 years ago.) At one time, it was, in some form or another, everywhere in my pre-password-manager days. Sometimes with digits added or a form of punctuation thrown in to get around rules that, at the time, felt pretty obnoxious. There is almost nowhere that I continue to use that password today.

Yes, I said almost.

That one place? My login to the computer I own.

But the time has come to change it. Not because I think it needs to be more secure (though it probably should be), but… because it refers to a part of my identity that is no longer. And in an area of my life where I have been moving in a different direction.

But I don't know what I want to change it to. And it's one of those passwords that I want to be easy to type because I need it every time I unlock my computer, and often when installing things on it. And trying to find that easy-to-type, having-meaning-to-me, and not being trivially easy for others to guess password feels like I may have to relax at least one of those points.
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My hometown's men's hockey team has reached the playoffs for the first time in something like seven years, so it's fun to look forward to playoff hockey. (The city's women team is currently in the final playoff position in its league, but in a tight race with three games to go for each team after the league's current international break.)

Soccer season in Canada is getting off to a less than stellar start. The streaming service that streams the Canadian Premier League's games has changed hands since last season… but their Apple TV app is not yet functional, and that's my main way of watching games. And my subscription just expired yesterday. And… I'm feeling anxious. I want to support the league (and that same city's team, who have started with four points in their first two games of the season)… but I don't want to pay for a year's worth of a service without knowing how long it will take to have their app working properly, nor do I want to overpay for their monthly charge. (I suspect that I will give in Saturday, when Atlético Ottawa next plays, but… I won't be thrilled about it, especially if the app still isn't working properly.)

On a more positive note, the Northern Super League, Canada's first professional women's soccer league has their first game tonight. I won't be watching live (because it's happening on the West Coast), but… I also know that I'll be able to see at least half of the league's games (through ESPN+) and… there may be options for the games ESPN+ doesn't carry. (I am slightly frustrated because I haven't yet figured out the rhyme or reason for which games they carry and which games they don't.)
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OK… I'm getting wrapped around my own axle every time I try to post here. So… I'm going to try something here for the day… take some of the recent things I want to post about, and write about them in a shorter form than I usually do here.

I'm probably going to number them today, just so that I don't waste too much time and energy on subject lines. However, you may find numbers are missing: if so, that says more about me than about you… it's usually about how wide a circle I am comfortable sharing with, and not so much about the particular people that are being excluded. To the point where… a missing number may mean that I decided what I was writing for me and either that I shouldn't share it here, or that I can't find the words to feel comfortable sharing (i.e., it may turn out as a private-for-my-eyes-only post).

We'll see if this works…
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So today, I started a vaguely-defined creative project. Mostly just "do something creative each day." It's an attempt to take control of what little I can control, but lose my head over the many many things I have no control over, especially given the new Administration.

Unlike most of my past projects, where my focus is very much on the final product and getting it seen by other people, this one is about the creativity itself. If something begs to be shared, I'll share it, but that's not my focus. That's fortunate, because today's attempt at poetry was particularly horrible. (It doesn't help that it focused more on the larger situation than I want to, and so got depressing fast.)

But it's a response to the fact that… I don't feel like there are many spaces right now where I feel safe sharing my voice. (Not all of that is related to politics, some of it is personal.) And… if I allow myself to be as squashed as I can imagine becoming, then I will do nobody any good, not even myself and my wife.

Some of it is also just finding new ways of spending my time. For many years, I would have described myself as a news junkie (probably even before I really understood the last word of that phrase). From middle school on, I was always aware of news happenings, wanting to watch CNN or its Canadian equivalents, and concerned with how we were governed. In the last decade or so that has gradually been beat out of me: I know that I can't watch in real-time the words and actions of this president… even cutting back in his first term was really hard on me. So far, the extent of my news-watching since the inauguration has been the end of our local morning show and the EyeOpener, the 90-second summary of the day's sights and sounds at the start of CBS Mornings (before returning to local news).

I know I will absorb more than I want to of his actions… which, given their importance, is only right… but I can work to consume them in the ways that prevent me from becoming overwhelmed and useless: more in print (even if that print is on a screen) than on live television, for example.

Part of me is trying to find ways to escape into sports. I appreciate its unscripted nature. And I wonder if I will delve into statistics and the like (especially since my biggest problem with sports seems to be The Sports Fan, many of whom are… overly negative and/or argumentative, and that's assuming that they aren't part of the significant but loud minority of fans who wholeheartedly embrace various intolerable -isms, like racism, sexism, etc).

I feel a little powerless right now, and this is mostly doing my part to prevent myself from being overrun, to live to fight another day.

I wish I had something more eloquent, but… for now, I will seek out and find those whose words feed me, whose actions support me, and whose lives shine light in the world
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Yesterday, as I was flipping through Facebook, I saw one of those “_x_ years ago” posts. It was a photo I’d taken from a quiet place in the lobby of a hotel. And it reminded me of something I’d done on a trip to that city. I wasn’t sure yet whether it was that trip or not. So I did another search and found out that yes, it was the same trip. And then the dates really got to me.
 
Seven years ago today, on January 4, 2018, I made my first ever visit to a presidential library, to the Carter Presidential Center. Later today, on January 4, 2025, President Carter’s body will arrive there for a service and for members of the public to pay their respects.
 
My photos from that day (at least those I shared on Facebook) were unremarkable: a sign with the name, a photo of the entrance, and a photo of the door of the gender-neutral restroom which made me so comfortable, when I was still quite nervous every time I used the ladies room without my wife at least being in the building. But I appreciated learning more about him and his presidency.
 
He was the first US president elected in my lifetime (even though it would be more than a quarter-century after he left office before I first set foot in the United States for a visit). I have always followed the news, so I was always well aware of the work he did (especially with Habitat for Humanity and for election monitoring) after leaving the White House. 
 
It is kind of eerie to have the anniversary come up as his funeral ceremonies begin. And even more when I think that the only two “tourist attractions” I visited that trip were the Carter Center and CNN. (At least I’m pretty sure that was the same trip. There were a couple of other things on my list, but time and energy meant I didn’t do much more than that.)
 
I don’t have any personal memories: I don’t know that I’ve even read anything specific to his presidency. But sometimes it’s just funny when personal coincidences show up.
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As I was going through my notifications, I was surprised to see a message from Dreamwidth… surprised because I hadn't posted recently, so didn't seem like any reason for anybody to have replied. And I'm not as active as I sometimes wish here, so there didn't seem to be a reason why anybody new would be reaching out to me.

I looked at the message and it was… spam. Yuck. (Though given part of the username, I wasn't surprised to see it.)

The kudos are because I read the message about 4 hours after it had been sent. And when I went to my DW inbox… I found that the user in question had already been suspended.

Just one of the reasons why I am very glad to have an account here
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One of my worries when I started with fountain pens is how easy a time I have had over the years in losing things… could I hold onto fountain pens long enough without losing them for it to be worth buying them? And, until this week, the only fountain pen I had ever lost was a disposable one. (And that mostly because I don't care enough about it.)

But that was until this week. Yesterday, I went to get ready for Homework Saturday (the weekly trip to Panera or some other place that's not home for breakfast and for H to work on schoolwork). I usually end up copying my calendar into my planner from Google (among other things), so I went to gather my bag of supplies and my purse and… my purse was unzipped. And my three-pen sleeve was not there. This has my favorite pens: two of my first pens and my most recent purchase.

Off and on throughout the day, I'd look around the room to see if I could find the pen sleeve. And so far, it has not yet turned up.

From my planner, it looks like the last time I used my pens was Memorial Day. What I can't remember is where: was it at home? Or was it when we went out that day? I have like half-memories of being home, but… vague enough that I'm not sure if they're real or I'm trying to will them to be true. 

I just looked up our stops on Monday: Panera, Barnes & Noble, an attempt at a restaurant that wasn't open, an Arby's stop, and home. If I'd had more search time before we were there yesterday, I would have asked at Panera when we were there. I need to think about how we came back that day. Where would I have gone when we came home? Where would I have put the sleeve. One ofthose half-memories is me thinking "I need to be careful or I'll forget where I put that." Is it real or not? Who knows? But it's not detailed enough to aid in the search.

I have already done the "figure out replacement value." The two old favorites would be about $45 to replace. I am annoyed that the pen I bought only the weekend before the holiday weekend is among the missing. And I am less certain about replacing it. And if I do replace it, with what? The model I bought or the model I thought I was buying, even though it's not available in the same color. And, presumably if I buy it, I buy my preferred nib thickness, rather than the only one the store had in stock when I bought it.

I think it may also be a split-purchase situation. Replace the two cheaper ones if they don't turn up by the end of this week (perhaps with different colors of the same models, in case the originals show up after I replace them). And wait another two weeks before considering replacing the newer one, which is more expensive than the other two combined.

In the meantime: figure out whether I can drum up any memories of what happened to it
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So this morning was an… interesting… day for opening sports cards. I opened two packs: a pack of this year's Topps Series 1 baseball cards and one of this season's Panini Prizm Premier League packs.  Each had an "I've never gotten anything like that before" in it.

First, the baseball pack had a "Home Run Challenge" card. If I scratch to reveal the code, I can go online to predict a date that Paul Goldschmidt will hit a home run. If he does, I'd get a parallel card. (With the option of trying for a special parallel card if I correctly guess that it will be more than 425-feet.) And, just for entering, I'd end up with a chance of winning a trip to the 2025 Home Run Derby. Mostly… this just seems like a headache. For the moment, I'm keeping it unscratched. I suspect that there is little enough value either way that there's no wrong answer. But I don't want to rush into a decision that I might regret, especially when the upside is so small: a chance at… another card, and an even smaller chance at a trip.

But looking into that will be slightly delayed, because the soccer cards give me my next investigation, because… I got my first "1 of 1" card, i.e., there is only one of this particular design that was printed. So I've put it in a protective case. But… I'm not getting ahead of myself. For one thing: the player's name isn't one I recognize. And it's soccer, which I know isn't as big as other sports here in North America. But I also have a mystery to figure out: which design is it. The database I normally use to record cards doesn't have photos of most of the "parallel" designs of this product. And there are something like five different parallel designs for this set that are each serial numbered to 1. And the descriptions are so similar that I can't tell from their names which one my card might be. And because of the way these cards reflect, I'm not sure whether my photography ability would show it well enough for somebody else to help.

So… I'll enjoy my shiny new things… and look forward to the learning about them in the hours and days ahead
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Sports fans, whether they will admit it or not, often tend to be a bit superstitious. And that can lead to an Observer Effect assumption: that whether we watch or don't watch has an effect on the sports we enjoy. (For me, that often seems to be the tendency for "my" teams to lose when I watch them, even if they win the previous and subsequent games.) Obviously there's a whole lot of confirmation bias in these superstitions, which I'm sure would break down on the slightest examination with any rigor.

But this week, my "is it me?" moment is where two of "my teams," in two different sports, in two different countries, on two different continents, both sent their head coaches packing, within a day or two of each other. In both cases, the teams have been winning far fewer games than fans expected. In both cases, the coaches involved seem to be lauded as genuinely good people who have done good things for their teams, but whose teams are now in different situations from when they were hired (and, by implication, they are no longer the right person for the teams' needs today).

The first was my Ottawa Senators. They went into this season with (in the eyes of the fanbase) unreasonable expectations, mostly because of off-ice conditions. After years with a… polarizing owner, and then a period that felt far longer than it was with that late owner's daughters owning the club while seeking new owners, the new owners were finally handed the reins shortly before the start of this season. The new owners are hockey people, but smart enough to not want to jump into decisions hastily. If they'd had their way, I think they really wanted the coach to see out the season before making offseason changes next spring/summer, but the results have been disappointing. (The team had already lost its General Manager to a scandal, where punishment was controversially announced long after the behavior at its root, such that the results of investiation and the announcement of the team's punishment came under different ownership than was in place at the time the scandalous behavior took place.)

The second was one of my Premier League teams: Nottingham Forest. Their manager, Steve Cooper, has been much loved, having brought the team up to the Premier League after many years away from the top level of English ⚽️. (In fact, after playing in the Premier League for five of the first seven seasons of the league's existence, Forest had played 23 consecutive seasons in lower leagues before being promoted back to the Premier League in 2022.) So far, this season, they are in 17th place out of 20 teams, only one rank above demotion out of the Premier League. They have lost more than half of their games this season, with only 3 wins and 5 draws to go with their 9 losses.

And… when these happen in the same week? It is really hard to not apologize for jinxing the teams I support. Intellectually, I know that I have nothing to do with it, but emotionally, it can sometimes feel that way (Aren't emotions annoying sometimes?!?)

One added bit of weirdness is that both the teams replacing their coaches are going to people that I have previous rooting interests in. In Ottawa, its longest-serving previous head coach has been handed the reins on an interim basis (presumably for the rest of this season), and a former team captain has been appointed assistant coach. At Forest, they brought in a man who previously coached the other Premier League team I cheer for* (though my opinions of him are far lower, based on how short and unsuccessful his tenure at that team was). Hopefully things go better with him at Forest, because he is the new manager, not an interim appointment.

As for new-guy results? The Sens, under their new coaching staff, took a 3-0 lead in the first period, before eventually squandering that lead to a 4-3 loss. (Change isn't instant, I know, and this change was in the middle of a road trip. The Senators play a lot of games right now, making up for having been given extra days off to accommodate jet lag around playing two neutral-site games this season in Sweden. They play again tonight in Colorado before playing at home on Saturday in their final game before Christmas.

Forest haven't played yet, but have a similarly busy stretch: they play Saturday at home, and play a pair of games between Christmas and New Year's. They then have three weeks until their next game, which will hopefully be good for giving the team and its new manager time with each other (though I am not sure what else is on the ⚽️ calendar, and whether they will be missing players during that break for international play)

* Yes, I cheer for two different Premier League teams. I had cheered for one for a few seasons after watching a documentary series. My interest has waned somewhat since the manager and so many players of that era are no longer with the team, but I still enjoy watching them (and most years, they qualify for European play, so it gives me a rooting interest in whichever competition they qualify for each year). I actually started cheering for Forest before they were in the Premier League (though not for nearly so long as most). A player I liked from the Canadian national team and from Toronto FC of Major League Soccer was transferred to Forest, so I started following them. Laryea didn't get much time to play there before he was loaned back to this side of the Atlantic, but I enjoyed watching their fight for promotion and have continued to follow them in the PL. Except when the two teams play each other twice each year, they often don't feel like they're in the same League, because Spurs are high in the top half of the table, while Forest's main goal in their season and a half has been "don't get relegated."
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While we were on our road trip last month, we stopped at a Target to replace something forgotten at home. While we were there, I saw a display of hockey cards, and impulse bought a box. Since then, I've been "rationing" them out, opening a single pack each morning. The box I bought was, apparently, the bargain-basement entry-level product, so my $20 box had something like 15 packs of cards. (Rationing myself to opening one pack per day, I opened the last of that box this morning.)

Last payday weekend, I visited our local Target and while they didn't have any of the current-year hockey (yet?), I bought a box of last season's. It has fewer packs, and I'll start opening them tomorrow. I have also eyed some online outlets and also looked up brick-and-mortar stores locally that are likely to stock hockey cards. (I will probably branch out at some point, but am trying to restrain myself to only hockey for now, since it's my biggest sport interest.)

Online, I had found out about a sports card/collectibles/etc. show being held this weekend in a local bingo hall, about 10 miles from home. So we planned to head there. Weren't sure what we'd see and this rent pay is tight enough that I knew we wouldn't be buying too much. Or, at least… that was the plan.

We backed out of our parking spot, started driving, and… it didn't sound too good. And before long, it felt not good. We stopped at the nearest service station to check the tires and add air. And one tire was very flat. And the air machine did not seem to touch it. So we drove a little bit further to the nearest tire place. Which is where we spent most of the next few hours. Tire is replaced. More spent than I would have planned to spend at the show, which we never got to. (We left the tire shop with about two hours left in the show, but we'd have to drive there, and we had a grocery pickup scheduled, and… we'd had a long day.)

That said, the day was not nearly as bad as it could have been: We liked this tire shop much better than the two other local shops we've tried: they had enough staff working, they communicated every step of the way, and they treated us well, and they got the job done quickly. They also had a fridge full of bottled water for customers to drink. And they had several comfy seats scattered around the waiting area. (They could have used more, but that's probably only because it was a Saturday morning.)

Also, after we got home, I found out about another local show. It's about the same distance away (though with much less time on the Interstate, so a longer drive time), and is also free. And, even better, it's the day after payday. So… hopefully we'll get there next Saturday. Without any unexpected problems

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Thanksgiving was mostly good: we watched the parade coverage on TV (yay!). Our livetweeting became a livetooting this year. It mostly worked well. Then we watched the National Dog Show coverage. (Shrug… it's okay, I guess, but H like of it.) And then, later in the day, we had our annual Thanksgiving viewing of the 2011 movie Tower Heist. Though I'm not familiar with Die Hard, I suspect Tower Heist is as much a Thanksgiving movie as Die Hard is a Christmas movie. The main reason we watch it every year at this time is because of a fun police chase scene that goes through the Macy's parade. (Some years, that has felt a bit awkward, given terrorist attacks with trucks driving through gatherings of people. Nobody is hurt in this movie version. And the truck is SPOILER ).)

I have had some Mastodon frustrations: my server has been giving a lot of errors for days… I had lots of issues while trying to livetoot (errors instead of posting, long delays in receiving H's posts from another server, even though she was getting mine fairly quickly. And then… my server was down for about 12 hours Friday. And… I found that threw me off. Especially because communication was… lacking. (Partly because the admin didn't know what was wrong. There was a configuration error, and that meant that X couldn't talk to Y and was failing silently. Admin actually had to sleep on it and come back to the problem with fresh eyes before he could see (and then fix) the problem.

As a result, I've now found a Plan B. I set up an account on another server. Right now, it's just a placeholder. But… if my server goes under or there's another long outage, I can at least import my follow list and read and respond. (I'm not 100% sure how comfortable I am with the server. But as a temporary home, it would do. With so many servers closed to registrations or invite-only, I was mostly focused on finding a place. (I am also leaning to smaller instances: the one I'm on quickly grew from 60 users to 20,000 users. And I don't think they have enough resources for that. Especially if the admin is the only person on the tech side of things. The "hit by a bus" continuity issue. Or, the "if he walks away from/gets bored of running the server." He's also expressed some frustration at the number of reports he's receiving. And… I wish it would be productive to shout at him "THIS is what happens when you acquire 20,000 users and don't limit registrations!" But it wouldn't be, so I'm not telling him that.

This morning, another mild frustration. One of my pens needed to be cleaned and was ready to be filled with a new ink color. But first, the old color was slightly stubborn in coming out of some parts of the pen. (I suspect that's largely Kristin should have looked up how to clean this type of fountain pen, with a side of wanting to switch from a darker ink to a lighter one, so really wanting to be sure that the old ink woudln't contaminate the new ink.

Then, I wanted to put Queen and Castle (a nice gold color from Ferris Wheel Press) into my pen to try it out… but I couldn't get the cap off the ink bottle! (I think it was tough to begin with and then I think I may have also made it worse, because I forgot my "righty tighty, lefty loosy." I wrestled with it for several minutes before deciding, I probably need a wrench to get this cap off. And I'm not dealing with that now. In any case, I had another new ink color to try, so instead, I used the same company's Ruby Royal Flush) to fill my pen. It's… nice. I think it's a little darker red than I was hoping for. I'm a little anxious about how much glitter is in these inks. A little afraid of issues with it getting stuck in pens and being tough to clean. But it'll look nice. And the holidays are a good time for a red ink, too!


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So… three days in a row now, I have completed the New York Times crossword puzzle. Monday's was a breeze (though consensus in online places I was reading later suggested that it was easier than most Monday puzzles). Tuesday's was a little bit more difficult, but still doable. I tweeted yesterday, that I thought I would do Mondays and Tuesdays regularly, and do Wednesday this week as a bit of a test against my difficulty assumptions.

And… we've got good news and bad news (smile). The good news is that I finished today's puzzle unaided. I think I only had one letter wrong when I finished. I also coped with a "gimmick"/"trick"/whatever in doing that. So… I know I can finish a Wednesday puzzle. But it required every bit of my willpower to keep going, at times, because some parts of the puzzle were difficult for me to get a toehold on. So: current working assumption: Wednesdays are the limit of my solving ability at my current level of experience. It was very satisfying when I finished it!

Which means my new plan for the NYT crossword is: Attempting it Mondays through Wednesdays. And I'll attempt this Thursday's, expecting (like I did when I started today's puzzle) that I won't be able to complete it unaided. But I want to attempt it this week to test my difficulty assumptions and to see how close/far I may be from feeling able to solve Thursdays. And… to get more of that practice at accepting that I'm not perfect (rolls eyes at self).

I also did a smart: given that I went into it expecting to not be able to complete it myself, and knowing that my emotions might react badly to that "failure" (even if other parts of me understand what I'm doing and that completing the puzzle myself wasn't the main goal). So… unlike the last two days, I did not make a pre-dawn attempt at today's puzzle. Instead, I did a puzzle from the book of Monday puzzles… so that, if my emotions declared failure (in spite of my plans and preparations), I would not ruin the whole day. Give myself a success to start the day. I think I will continue that on Wednesdays (and tomorrow)… especially because I kind of expect to do a puzzle from the book on the days that I don't want to attempt the day's NYT puzzle.

I say good news, bad news, because I'm somewhat annoyed at it. I was preparing for "I can't do it yet." Instead, I got "I did it, but it was really difficult for me."And I spsect… if I want to get better, I just have to do it.At least it's only once per week
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This week has really put me out of routine… in both good and bad ways. But… I've been trying to get myself less rigid about the routine (with the day out of town to help shift my mind a bit)… which is one reason that the answer hasn't been "getting back into routine." Trying to do more of the figuring out what I want/need to do, rather than "what I always do next" when I have time for it.

It is good to get the pen thing "solved." This morning, I did the "write out my daily calendar" thing, but with "the pen I (used to) hate." With the same ink that was in my other pen, it glides nicely. I no longer hate the pen: I'm currently blaming that ink.

My pen/ink order arrived just before H got home from work, so I have opened it, but not used any of it yet. I'm slightly disappointed by my set of ink samples. They don't allow any special requests for their random sample set (which is understandable, since they are offered at a discount from the price of buying the same number of individual ink samples (which they also sell). But that meant that three of my eight are of a brand that I am unwilling to put into pens (partially because of issues with consistency, reports of some of their inks behaving badly to the point of damaging pens, and that the brand comes from one person who appears to push politics I disagree with, including with his ink business). So… nearly half of them are never going to be used.

That said, there's a lot of good in the order, too: there are three full-size ink bottles in colors I'm looking forward to using. There's a pen which I kind of like: for a cheap pen, it has a pleasing weight to it. I'm going to put my favorite ink in it, on the basis that… after my last bad new-pen experience, I want to fill new pens with either their included cartridge (rarely: ink cartridges and me don't seem to get along and I'm always worried I will damage the pen or the cartridge (or myself) when I attempt to puncture the cartridge to install it. I think the last one I got, I needed H's help to get it on) or, more usually, fill new pens with an ink I know already. Right now, there are only two inks in that category. And there's no sense having my two stub-nibbed pens with the same color.

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This morning, I got back to the crossword puzzle I'd been working on. A couple of other guesses came to me and seemed to work out… but I still had an area with a lot unknown and a lot of guesses. So I finally started looking things up. And… in the end, I think it came down to one wrong letter I'd put in the grid that was causing me multiple problems. Even more annoying? It was an assumption. But it was fun to see how quickly, with that mistake out of the way, how quickly the rest fell into place.

H tried her hand (or her computer) at yesterday's NYT puzzle while she was out. It was neat to see how far she got, though she got frustrated by some of the "theme" stuff it had, with multiple letters in some squares. She was good, though, making sure I wouldn't be annoyed if she shared a screenshot of how much she'd done. Fortunately, not an issue. Really, the only issue I can imagine is if I was trying to work it… but I'm still going through my book and not trying current puzzles… and it's a long time before I expect I'd be ready to try a Thursday. (The tricks I've seen seem like they would be aggravating and frustrating to me at this point… but I can see enjoying them when my solving abilities rise to that level.)

I guess the other thing is… my goal doesn't have to be the same every time… and maybe some of those are more able to be puzzles I treat with a goal of learning instead of puzzles where my goal is to solve them successfully. You know… like I might expose myself to it, even admitting that I don't know everything (gasp!)

Anyway… my first "goal" is to get through this book of 50 puzzles. And I've finished 6. After that… I'll do some re-evaluating of where I am and what I want/need to do next.

So… I guess that's all for now. (Been a while since I wrote this much here)
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I cleaned "the pen I hate" and put the ink that used to be in my favorite pen into it… and it writes so much easier than it ever did with the first ink I put in it! So will definitely get rid of that ink in my favorite pen. My order (out for delivery to arrive today) will have 11 new inks to try (8 free samples, and 3 bottles), plus the means to try 3 inks I already bought in containers that don't work for filling my pen from. One of the new inks will go in my favorite pen. My new pen will probably get my favorite purple, since it's an ink I know works and the pen is a stub nib. (I only have one more known good ink… but it's already in a stub-nibbed pen, so would be less useful to have it in the new pen, too.)

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So… the pen order is on its way. Post office says it's expected Friday, but given where the tracking shows it, I would not be surprised to see it arrive tonight.

Which is good because… I've been "off" all week. And I think the pen situation is part of it. Right now, two of my fountain pens have the ink that I think is bad in some way. Which makes them not easily used, a frustrating experience. That includes "my favorite pen." And… so everything I've attempted to write in the past couple of days has been a struggle.

But I'm not yet experienced in cleaning pens and changing inks. I've only done it once. Which means… I need to find instructions and do it. I felt I would be self-conscious and sidetracked if I tried to do it yesterday when H worked from home, so it's on the agenda for this morning: at least emptying one or both of the pens with that ink in them. I want to leave more time for the pens to dry than I did last time… I don't think that was the issue with when I refilled my favorite pen… but I want to be sure.

I'm about 95% of the way to deciding to throw out the rest of that bottle. It's a shame, because it's the largest volume bottle I have bought so far (mostly because smaller size became out-of-stock before I placed my order). But… given that it's not behaving for me… and not behaving like I've seen it reviewed… I'm going to guess it's somehow contaminated. (Which might possibly have happened after I opened it… I may alter where/how I do it to remove some risk of that in future.)

The order arriving soon will have: three full-size bottles of ink, eight small sample vials of random inks (this vendor's "birthday reward") and empty sample vials that I can use for three inks I bought in small samples, which arrived in bottles too small for me to fill my favorite pen with. So I will have plenty of inks to try out. Top priority will be getting rid of the offending ink. I suspect the "pen I don't like" (since I filled it with this ink the first time) may get my favorite ink. (It would be a match for the color of its exterior, as well as helping me determine more surely whether the issue is with the ink or the pen.) My favorite pen will probably get one of the new inks.

There is a small chance that I damaged my favorite pen during the cleaning process. At one point, I set it down and it rolled onto the floor uncapped. I am hoping it landed horizontally and didn't damage the nib. (I don't see any nib damage, but I'm not knowledgeable enough to rule it out for sure.) At least it's not a super-expensive pen. And its model is readily available: the specific color might be more difficult, but there are similar colors that would be easy to buy if it needed to be replaced. (But hopefully it's OK, and it's just the ink that's making me anxious.)

Finally, last night, I broke out the ridiculously cheap fountain pen I bought at a local store a couple of months ago. And… that is probably my pen in main use until I get new inks into pens. It's a disposably-priced pen. (Store owner said she wouldn't buy a converter for it to use bottled inks, since converter would cost more than the pen. I'm not making any decisions until it's out of ink. I don't mind the cost, if I'll use it, but… I like the way it writes, but not the way it feels in the hand or the way the pen looks. So… there is a "will I actually use it?" question. It was mostly bought to up my purchase (because I hate browsing in a small store without buying anything).)

I've also been getting into crosswords this week… Kristin rambles about crosswords… )

Anyway… I'm not saying much here, so I'll stop for now.
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So… I'm a Toronto Blue Jays fan. Growing up, I cheered for both the Montreal Expos (who were closer to me geographically) and the Jays. I remember especially loving Dave Van Horne on the Expos radio broadcasts, but listened to both teams. But… for whatever reason, I don't recall there ever being as many Expos games on TV than there were Jays games. Of course, the Expos ended up moving, and I now live about the same distance from them as I did from Montreal. But the Jays are also the only MLB team whose stadium I have yet visited: once as a child, and a handful of times as a college student and young adult.

So, the excitement of the Jays making the playoffs (and knowing the Wild Card wasn't a one-and-done in this year's new playoff format) disintegrated, after they lost their first game Friday. There was much hope early in Saturday's game, as the Jays jumped out to a lead that eventually reached 8-1, before squandering that lead, with the game tied after a sickening outfield collision left us all, in the moment, worried more about the health of our players than the fate of our season. (In the end, one outfielder remained in the game; the other was taken off the field on the back of a golf cart, seated and motioning to urge the fans to cheer for the team, after he appeared unable to make the walk from the outfield to the dugout.)

In the end, the Jays lost the game, ending their year. And… it was definitely a horrible way to end the day. It was also really a weird way to lose and I found it weird to react to as a fan. Because… the moments after that collision were so scary that I don't blame the team for the multiple runs that were given up in that play. There was a small part of me that tried to make it "not sporting" for the Mariners' runners to continue to run after our players were injured, but… that part was quickly drowned out with the realization that, in the moment, everybody would have been so focused on their own role that they would not have seen what happened or realized its seriousness. And… it's the playoffs. It's the time when one does everything one can to succeed.

Even though I was tired, I did my usual bedtime routine of reading for about an hour before getting into bed, knowing I needed the extra time. And that probably helped me get to sleep. (I'd already warned H that I might decide to go write a couple of journal-y pages before bed, if my brain wasn't ready to calm down.)

In the end, where I got to was a weird place. It wasn't fair that the Jays lost the way that they did. But that unfairness didn't have anything to do with their opponents. So, that unfairness did nothing to take away from Seattle's success. In short: That's life.

I wish I could write lyrically about how baseball or sport imitates life. I'm not there. I'm not in a mood where I can see that as comforting or even instructive.

Normally, after "my team" loses out of the playoffs, I find it difficult to enjoy the rest of the playoffs. This year? I don't expect that to be quite the case. I can even somewhat celebrate H's Phillies advancing to the next round (I say H's, but she is not much of a baseball fan, she just lived in and near Philadelphia for a while when her dad was in the navy, so tends to adopt their sports teams.) I will probably keep an eye on how the Phillies do. I don't know how much I'll watch: that will depend on scheduling. I would have stayed up late for Jays games; I'm not sure if/how often I'll do that for the Phillies.

It also leaves me a little freer to pay attention to the start of hockey season, without worrying about scheduling conflicts between the two sports.

I don't know that I have much of a point… I just needed to write some of that and try to "get it out of my system." So I'll stop here




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Just got an update on the package I was waiting on.

About three hours after I posted Friday, I was emailed a tracking number for the shipment, which was apparently delivered on Monday evening.

The frustrating things are:
  • I didn't see the email until this morning. (That appears to be my own fault, because the headers don't show any delay in receiving the email.)
  • Their web site still shows my order as "Processing," so I didn't have any expectation of having a shipping notice.
  • We didn't empty the mailbox yesterday, so it's still in the mailbox over at the leasing office… since I didn't know it had shipped. (If it had gone to the parcel locker, instead of the mailbox, we would have received an email automatically.)
Anyway… what's been long-awaited is a short walk away… and after breakfast, I expect I will walk over for it, so I can put my pens in my new pen roll!

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I ordered a pen roll last week, so I can keep them a little safer, carry them around with me (and have them in something so that if there is an Ink Incident, that it doesn't end up ruining everything in my purse). And so today, I started looking into that order. (I say starting, but I have been checking the order on the web site at least once per day.) And was annoyed that I hadn't received any indication of it shipping yet.

I re-checked the item's page, which mentioned a 2-3 business day leadtime, because everything is made-to-order, with a phrase about some custom orders possibly takiing "a little longer." That felt a little vague to me. I started thinking about whether and when to attempt to contact the business I ordered from. I was leaning to not yet (mostly because of the hassle), but I kept digging. Part of that was figuring out how many days since I'd ordered it. For whatever reason, I didn't calculate that from the web site version of the order, I went back to my email and found the order confirmation email. (I think I was also searching to make sure I hadn't missed an email from them.) And I found that it had been, not counting the day I ordered, six business days.

But then I noticed something else in the message: There, they say to allow 5-7 business days. Whew!

I'm also somewhat annoyed. Because this web site allowed me to customize four or five different things about my item, so it's legitimately custom. (One of those was the number of pens it will hold, another was the size of pens it will hold, and the others were color/fabric choices.) So what business do I have expecting the lightning fast shipping times that the Billionaire's Smirk and its Prime service have accustomed me to? None whatsoever. (Even setting aside that the bookstore that now ships everything gives themselves enough loopholes and wiggle room that they no longer provide service as good as that which made them famous.)

To be fair, I don't know whether the billionaire deserves the blame on this one. It might also be the differences between shipping in the US and shipping in Canada. Canada Post has long been poorer than USPS. A large part of that is the combination of a smaller population and a larger country. It's expensive to ship things in those circumstances. I don't remember ever having Saturday delivery in Canada. (A quick Google suggests that they stopped that in 1982 in rural areas and earlier in other rural areas and in all cities.)

But I think fast shipping and online has made some of us… entitled. I hear some people (especially younger people) complain about television advertising as if it were the end of the world, to the point where they can't understand that some people would make the trade of watching ads in order to pay less money for a service. I understand not liking ads, there are some services I pay for their no-ad tier, but others, I don't. It depends on price. If the difference is small, I'm more likely to pay it. (I also wonder how many of these people aren't price-conscious because they're using the logins of friends and family members instead of paying for things themselves, either because they're part of a household or because they're cheap.)

I knew when I ordered this that it wouldn't come Amazon-fast. And I am slightly annoyed by the 2-3 business days still showing on the item's page and the 5-7 business days in my order confirmation email. But… mostly I'm annoyed at myself and my impatience. I'm sure it will come. And if I don't hear anything, I'll try to contact them in about a week or so.