Smooth isn’t working

September 16, I posted A new use if smooth, on this blog, how I want the rest of 2026 to feel smooth. Shortly after that was posted, I was reminded that probably will not happen. I am aware smooth is a challenge because being optimistic does carry an element of folly with it.

Here’s the low down.

There are times when a sensitive issue that’s part of a disability, is met with ignorance due to people not understanding. People might laugh, ridicule and/or be dismissive.

I have been in situations where those around me displayed those reactions. I even laughed about how silly something was that it bothers me, upsets me because of PTSD.  Trying to accommodate others at our expense is not, I believe, uncommon with non visual disabled people. 

Filing for a reasonable accommodation takes time waiting, documenting, gathering information, more waiting. Filing for a failure to accommodate takes, I feel, even longer. 

In the waiting, there is the anxiety, suffering,  and/or inconvenience.

Out of it all, what rises to the surface for me is the feeling I don’t matter. There is no way I can stop that heartache when I’m laughed at, when I hear no, not happening.

Being met with a clear right versus wrong does not mean the right will prevail.

Life isn’t always fair.

People with non visual disabilities have to build their own ramps with words. 

I have another ramp to build. 

The fall tweed blazer dilemma returns

This is an old blog subject about dressing how you want versus what’s convenient, affordable or available. It crosses my mind because I’m once again going through the to buy or not to buy a polyester tweed blazer. 

It has been a few years (in autumn) of my browsing online for a fall blazer. If I find one, then it is not in my size or I don’t like the price. I think now I have more important things than be bothered by feeling a need a tweed blazer. This is the end of the blazer saga. There will be no more fall blazer shopping. 

Note, plaid and corduroy fall jackets also are done. I bought those already. 😂

P. S. 

Another glitch appears. Signed in to this blog,

when I leave a comment, Blogger brings up another Gmail’s name of mine. 

I will post replies when I find away around the glitch. It isn’t as bad as my Chrome bookmarks that disappeared in the last 24 hours. 😎

Day 262 Week 38 September 2026

This sunny Saturday in September starts out with my missing getting out the door to the post office before it closes.  That’s the way it goes. 

I remember when being up early on Saturday morning was the rule. There was a rush to get things done in the free time from the work week. There was an excitement around the treasured Saturday morning. 

After reading an Instagram post about if you want to do something, then set plans in motion to make it happen, I start thinking about what to plan.

Plan a nice weekend excursion

Bake a casserole

Draw a basket of apples

Learn something new to you

Read about shovel history

Create an autumn salad

Watch a funny movie

Browse rain hats online

Have a nice nap

Flowing into a posting idea

Whatever it is, I’ve not heard a name for it, yet. Brain fog is used, but that definition doesn’t fit because my mind is clear. No foggy going on here.

It is a moment, I think, absent of a subject one has interest in or feels is interesting. It is a humble episode of brain on quiet. This morning I had no posting ideas. So, I went searching.

Asking myself has anything interesting happened to share. 

I followed a YouTube video tutorial on how to sew a burrito style pillow cover. I position my pillow on the folded pattern just like in the video. I baste the two seams. I turn the cover out, and put in the pillow.

Problem. The pillow cover is too long. Thinking. The tutorial pillow is a rectangle. My pillow is square. I find a square pillow tutorial to watch and compare. The folding process is the same. 

My conclusion is that I folded too much fabric instead of the width of the pillow. 

Excess fabric below the fold

Measuring instead of eyeballing, will produce a cover that fits the pillow I’m making it for. I believe it is a coincidence the first try will fit a rectangle like in the video.

I learned I have Dyslexia when I was in my fifties. In a painting course, I had trouble with a project using two colors. Thinking back. On the aptitude tests given when entering high school, I scored really low on one section having to do with abstract shapes. Add that to a map I made from a story I was writing, I understood why the two color project was difficult to wrap my brain around. The map versus the written story are opposites, mirror images. 

When I hold a mirror up to another mirror to look at the room, I feel more comfortable seeing the mirror image than I do the real room. I agree with the thinking that Leonardo Da Vinci wrote in reverse because that is the image he was comfortable seeing. 

For my next post, a photo of a pillow cover that fits, and who knows what else. 

Thank you for visiting

The little amazing hold ons

The Last Lego 1981

Early in my days of being online, circa 2001, I posted about the last Lego I would ever step on. 

In 1981, our living room carpet was a silver blue low pile. The little pieces were easy to miss. I was standing near the kitchen door when I stepped on that very Lego in the photo above.  It hurt, really hurt. I don’t remember bleeding though.

I picked it up and put it away. For 45 years, that Lego piece has managed through several moves, to stay with me. 

Another amazing hold on is my kazoo from 1964, my corduroy jacket from high school, 1978 wooden clogs, and the oldest, a 1961 bracelet from my grandmother.

It is a mystery that for all the things that could have, only certain things are carried with us through life. 

I think one of these days I will enclose my lego in clear epoxy resin and place it next to family photos.