old crackpot

Family stroll along the estuary to visit the first neighbourhood farmers market of the season and spend $50 on churros, olives, and a single pretzel.

I make Virgil decide the placement of his new camp badges onto his campfire poncho every time he gets one, because I would be way too in my head about trying to figure out how to make them symmetrical and predict what kind of badges he'll get in the future. As you can see, he's unbothered by symmetry and harbours a whimsical spirit 🥹

I'm taking my dad's van that he literally begs me to borrow, but picking it up involved listening to his anti indigenous racist hot takes that bled into his anti cyclist conspiracy theories and then getting literally tricked into seeing my mother.

Trying to take a picture of it that isn't just up my nose lmao

Poorly placed and timed rip on the back of my pants & scrap fabric reinforced Frankenstein stitch repair. Structural repair complete. But part of me wants to keep going - embroider more around the repair and maybe up onto that one pocket. But choice paralysis makes it hard to work on (too many possibilities) and I don't want to be half way through anything particularly involved on a day when I want to grab and wear these. I only own two other pairs of casual pants so these can't sit out for too long.

The kids won't eat it. I'm vegetarian. And Yan will eat it reluctantly after picking the bacon off because he doesn't eat bacon. Who did they buy this for and why did they think we would want it😭😭😭 I'm seriously so angry.