Bellevue-be-gone; the upside of a cranky child

I have commuted by bike for the last time across Bellevue. I was grinning like a fool the whole way home. I'll get less exercise through commuting, but I'll be getting an hour of my life back every day. And no longer will Bellevoids with oversized engines have their chance daily to kill me.

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Exceptionally alert readers may remember that I have more than one wallet, and I switch them. There have been times when forgot to move my driver's license and didn't discover that until I arrived at the Merc. You know how I ordered a new driver's license when the Wendling hid my wallet? That's right: thanks to my son's fit of pique, forgetting my ID is a thing of the past.

DONE

Machine sewing* is done on the Halloween costume. It (just barely) fits. Considering the nature of the fabric, that's no mean feat, if I say so myself.

This one sets a record for cumulative length of seams sewn. I've munched through two large spools. I also need to get the reverse on my machine fixed again, which is absolutely necessary for corsets, and new 60mm rotary cutters.

Oh: my boy wants to be the grim reaper. I have just the pattern, and I picked up the fabric the other day. For the first time ever, I'm going to make a costume for my son! Happiness.



*Yeah, there's always hand work, but this outfit has much less than usual.