• Just One Thing: Star of the Week

    By Prokofy Neva, Virtualtor

    For the longest time — ever since I cleaned out a box and found it — I've been holding an old "Star of the Week" card from Mrs. Murray, second-grade teacher of my son in the year 1999 at Catholic School.

    Star of the Week

     

    Various occasions came and went and I didn't get it together to make a photo of the Star of the Week card because I knew it wouldn't come out very well — too dark, or with a flash showing (I never know how to get rid of that flash — anybody? I can't seem to get the flash to stay turned "off" on my phone).

    I tried and tried to ditch the flash but then I finally decided that the flash made the star shine!

    Finally, when my son completed a long, hard re-vamp of his media consultant website I decided it was time to get off the dime. If you need help with social media, personal brand and story craft as well as web site building, give him a shout. He also does drone photography.

     

     

  • Just One Thing: The Swag Lounge

    By Prokofy Neva, Virtualtor

    Artifacture by MidJourney

    Years ago — I can't quite place when, perhaps when my son inherited some money from my folks? — he bequeathed our family what he dubbed "the Swag Lounge". The Swag Lounge was his — 21-year-old? — notion of what was "swag," all from Ikea:

    Swag 1

    o all white loungers in a black frame

    o black table

    o lamp (I think, but it went missing).

    Years later, the Swag Lounge, long stashed away in the Store Room (AKA Bedroom) finally re-appeared in the Living Room/Office in my "new" COVID apartment (now 4 years old exactly) — or rather the one lounger that would fit, and the coffee table. White is hard to keep clean, especially with a cat who sleeps on it all the time.

    I washed the Swag Lounge covers in the laundromat, but then it was HELLA hard to get the slipcovers slipped back on. I don't want to do that again. 

    Hence, finally a hard scrubbing with soap and Chlorox and a dry-out on the radiator. 

    As for the coffee table, it now ironically has a table cloth on it which actually makes it easier to clean — washing laminated wood tables never lasts but the tablecloth you can just periodically throw in the laundry.

    AI art to the rescue again, because the Swag Lounge has seen better days.

    But wouldn't you like to doze in the Swag Lounge in the desert, your thoughts clean and aligned?

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  • Just One Thing: Receipt Truther

    By Prokofy Neva, Virtualtor

    I've actually been pretty faithful doing JOT every day, and missed only one day apparently — but I just haven't gotten the blogs up. I've been making the art work and keeping a list.

    So…receipts.

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    As long as I can remember, way back before the Internet, I have kept receipts — and kept receipts more than budgets and ledgers, which would render them more sensible. I occasionally find them even from college days or early days with kids — nuts! Why??? No one cares. The theory is that I'm going to "see where it's all going" and "keep to a budget" or something — but it never happens.

    Keeping receipts alone will not save money, help you keep to a budget, or do anything, really, except fill up drawers and boxes with papers. Store clerks always look at me incredulously, receipt half crumpled and thrown away, when I ask to have the receipt.

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    Most of the time, I either throw them out without looking at them eventually; or, in fact I type them all up on Notepads but then accidentally delete them or purposefully "recycle" them later. And again, what is the point?

    There was a thread with the contentious writer Molly McArdle — or should I say, the fairly normal writer Molly McArdle who all sorts of Internet nutters and haters flock to contend:

     

    And I replied:

     

    It's shocking to look at this old post — ancient! December 2023! — and note that the price NOW for one single Vitamin Water bottle at Gristedes, my forced go-to food-desert supermarket, is now $2.89 and $2.99 per bottle!. Meanwhile, Morton's still has them at 3 for $5, it's just that you have to walk down there, and it's about 2 miles there and back, including up a big flight of steps.

    But Megan is largely right. What is the point? Her thread began with some Internet annoyances grousing about her claim that the price of apple pie ingredients had gone up. Or that the response to the price of pies going up is to make your own. Or something. I don't recall and don't want to go finding it now. Either point might be correct, depending on your region.

    Prices have gone up generally $1 per item I usually buy. If the Finlandia butter is still $4.99, when Kerry Gold, once $5.99 is now $7.99, it's because the Finns just didn't get the memo yet. They will. A good indicator: every health food store near me, which would routinely have EVERYTHING way more high price or just generally have high priced stuff, except, oddly the Amy's dinners or the Dr. Praeger's frozen fish, is now much less. The Grape Nuts — which are now buyable again after a COVID hiatus — were only like $4.99. They last a good while, you can't eat that big a bowl of them.

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    In theory, I could study these receipts over a year and see what, if anything, is still worth getting at my store only the equivalent of a block away, or that 2-mile walk. Answer: nothing. But since a half gallon of milk is heavy to carry, I get it at Gristede's — although it's $3.49, version $2.99 at Morton's, so occasionally I do make the effort.

    What's really more the point here, though?

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    To see if money is running out and then hold some back? It always runs out way before the end of the month — I was lucky this month that I had a payment for a job and it ran out only today — and the rest is made up with Amazon gift card credit from surveys, which can earn maybe $50 or $60, various other odd payments that might come in, SL cashouts, which take forever, something

    Looking at these receipts, and yes, finally typing them up, adding them up (then recycling them!) I could see that I spent $5.90/day on average for the first three months of 2024. Partly that was because for about a month and a half of that time, I couldn't swallow anything much above the level of mush after my surgeries and lived off oatmeal, yoghurt, mushes of various types whether potatoes, tofu, overcooked rice or spaghetti, protein shakes. Not ideal. But it's just hard to eat vegetables. They are hard

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    Since whey protein proved so hard to digest (long story there) I moved to pea protein and it is AWFUL. At least the brand I bought. I simply refuse to believe it digests better than whey, given that it doesn't even DISSOLVE. It makes a horrid sludge and you have to drink it quick or else spoon it later like awful pudding where you didn't stir the instant package powder sufficiently. TERRIBLE STUFF.

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    But now that I'm getting better, I need to up my game and try to get better food. That will be expensive. It's not that my food-desert doesn't have fresh fruits and vegetables, they are just expensive. HOWEVER. The carts various immigrants have out along E. 23rd Street and 1st and 2nd Avenue are really cheap, and I simply have to get the cash and go to them. Imagine, two medium blueberry containers and half a dozen bananas for $6, which I got off a cart on 2nd Avenue the other day. Or less, if you keep walking. 

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    In any event, the fact is, the stuff I've been buying is also expensive because it includes chips and pretzels, which I live off because I can dunk them in tea. But hardly healthy. I actually ordered almonds and apricots online because I can chop them up and put them in rice, I guess.

    I really wish I could just hire a cook who would shop and cook for me — I'm happy to clean up — because I hate every bit of this. In fact if the future arrives soon, and the ideal food turns out to be some cube of tofullike substance in which all necessary ingredients are included, fine, I'll eat that. It doesn't have to be fancy.

    One thing is certain. I won't collect receipts any more to record the hemorrage of cash. Instead, I will — now and then because I won't be doing this so often! — record a shopping expedition which is positive, buying fruits and vegetables or at least stuff in bulk or on sale. How's that?

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    Another example of "Just One Thing" leading to a changing of the direction of the vectors…

  • Just One Thing–Thank You Card

    Prokofy Neva, Virtualtor

    This thank-you card had to go to the person who sent me the two boxes of books…which sat in the hallway unopened for days…which were finally opened…and shelved…in another "just one thing" some time ago. To be sure, I photographed the return address to get that thank you done and then it stalled.

    I need a magic pen to write it.

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    You know how your mom used to say, "That bed isn't going to make itself, you know!"

    And my musician friend says "That music doesn't write itself, you know!"

    Although people think these things happen now with chatGPT. Well, they don't. And I can't entrust this job to Jippity, because it's a complicated, personal missive, not just the thank you. No it's got to be sat out and done.

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    So once I got over the magic pen illusion, I still felt I had to have this Perfect Stationery, which is actually this stationery made from these really weird Russian religious paintings, and I've had at least one friend wonder what the hell message I was trying to convey with those damn weird paintings, and I refrained from sending the card to a relative after having thus been brought up abruptly to realize that not everyone understands the context of weird Russian religious paintings. 

    Still, I felt they'd be great for this job! So I had to find them! And now I couldn't! Because I got too industrious and put them away somewhere…not in the file cabinet drawer where they used to be…who knows where…this wasted a couple of days….

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    And this is one of my insights from the Just One Thing regime. Everything is connected, and you always find something didn't get done because it was connected to something else. You wanted to write a thank you note. But you didn't have the address. Oh, actually you had photographed, but that meant trying to find it now on Google Photos. You wanted to send this note, but you couln't find that right stationery… Or maybe there wasn't a stamp.

    When my boss from New York used to call me in Moscow when I worked at the Soros foundation and inquire why things weren't getting done (I was sent there to unsnarl a program that wasn't getting done), I would try to explain that one Russian was always dependent on another…that Russian couldn't get permission…was blocked…was ignored…another was disenfranchised…there was always a chain of inexplicable bureaucratic layers and maneuvers worthy of Ilf and Petrov or that Georgian movie about the painting Golubye Gory [Blue Mountains]…. Sometimes there would be simple explanations. Why did the email get turned off? Why didn't it flow over night from the New York office or visa versa? With the time difference  of 8 hours, this was vital. 

    Come to find out that Dyadya Vanya (Uncle John) would vacuum the office at night. There was one working outlet. He had to unplug the computers to plug in the vacuum cleaner. He would clean the rooms for some hours with an extension cord…nothing worked then…sometimes he'd forget to plug the computers back in. Mystery solved. But most of the time it was these elaborate chains of permissions.

    Later in life I realized that in fact it wasn't just Russia that worked that way — although it can be more obvious there because there are housing authorities and stamps and grandmothers on benches and all these inhibiting factors. Everything works that way and it works in your life that way. You didn't do a thing because it depended on another thing.

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    I know! Let's break the chain and ditch the idea of the Perfect Stationery and just use Any Old Card (except maybe a Christmas card). Didn't I see one out of the corner of my eye when shifting around desk drawers and file drawers? Oh, but it didn't have an envelope…but wait…we're going to go entirely through these drawers at some point but let's rifle quickly through one promising one called "Family" and see, isn't there some generic cards sent by some charity? There were. Didn't they have envelopes? They did.

    Written — and mailed even.

    And there's a way that the links turn positive as well as I explained in the post about the "Wires Drawer". The trick is to break the cycle of all the nay-staying and negative connections and try to flip them into the positive circuits. This sounds awfully cheesy, but it seems to work that way. Step by step.

  • Just One Thing: Cleaning Corners

    Prokofy Neva, Virtualtor

    I haven't neglected to do "just one thing" every day, but I haven't been recording them. So I hope to make this go quickly.

    I usually manage to clean the bathroom quite frequently especially because the cat makes messes. But the corners…no. That cold tile…

    Corner after corner of cold tile…

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    Seems so hard to stoop and bend and reach and get behind everything, the rickety shelf threatens to fall, stuff falls over, there's the cat again…

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    But somehow it got done today, as I had some paper towels to work with (I don't always).

    It will need doing again in two days…

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  • Just One Thing: No Tea

    Prokofy Neva, Virtualtor

    Artifacture by MidJourney

    "Just One Thing" seems mainly about "doing".

    There is a Gurdjieff saying that likely doesn't mean what it seems to, or means more than it seems to, but here it is anyways:

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    The highest that a man can attain is to be able to do.

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    But this day's task is about a more Zen-like "not-doing".

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    And that is not drinking tea after 6 pm, in the hope that this will help me go to sleep earlier and not keep me up (given that I have medicines that already cause insomnia).

    I find it hard to believe in this because I don't think it makes that big a difference, but here goes.

    Of course, Not-Doing is a kind of Doing, especially attempted by Westerners

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    No worries, I didn't attempt this again.

     

     

     

  • Just One Thing: Books

    By Prokofy Neva, Virtualator

    Artifacture by MidJourney

    A colleague sent two boxes of books. They sat in the hallways. For some weeks. 

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    Finally I put them away by rearranging the book shelves, 

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    That's it. That's the "Just One Thing."

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    It was made possible because instead of worrying about having to get up on a chair and risk falling, it happened that the couch was pushed up against that bookshelf, and I realized that made it less of a problem (although still not ideal).

    Owls were not actually involved.

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  • Just One Thing: Treasures

    By Prokofy Neva, Virtualtor

    Artifacture by MidJourney

    As I reflected on this over time, this Box of Treasures came to embody the realization that the negative change of things depending on each other and not getting done can (at least sometimes) turn into the  positive chain of solutions and getting things done.

    I wonder how long the box was there. I think a year, maybe more — not months, related to the more recent desk clean-up. Yet these were once in/around the desk and were put in a separate box precisely because they are treasures and I didn't want them to break. Then somehow they got covered over by another box…

    Treasures 1

    The treasures consisted of a leaded stain-glass candle holder I had gotten from an old friend as a wedding present ages ago which had held up very well over the years, and which had someone gotten carried away by my daughter to her house, then brought back again. Then the lavender spray that I looked all over for, because that's effective in keeping cats away from places plus it helps you sleep. There were those little painted green Russian chess pieces that were (like others around the house) endlessly separated from their fellows in a wooden box which needed to be rounded up.

    Treasures 2

    There was some kind of stone that was supposed to align your chakras or who the hell knows. Not drawn here was a piece of black plastic which looked like a part or a cover to something, but I couldn't figure out what.

    There are a fair number of things like that around the house, and I throw them out and then tend to regret it. All of a sudden I realized this was the cover to the paper tray on the printer (which is an exasperating beast). I wanted that cover to keep the cat from pawing the tray, which sticks out temptingly on the file cabinets where he frequently climbs up. And so it gets dusty and furry and stuck. So this was perfect. I closed up the paper tray — now that all was right with that world, the top of the filing cabinet did need cleaning up. It becomes the repository of things moved or brought into the house. It has a bunch of paintings and photos, some needed frames, some with broken frames that need at least to be propped up…

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    The funny thing is, a few weeks ago I wanted to make an imbolc scene, or some kind of spring ritual scene, and funnily enough, the treasures collection looks quite similar. But I have no idea how you stage such a ritual and it's more that I like the idea of the props than the ritual.

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    I guess it's because of the lavender…or the cornflowers…and the candles.

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    And there were masks…

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    Some kind of druid effect…

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    But I digress. Also within the treasures box was a long strip of cardboard made by my Postalist friend of 50+ years (Postalism is the practice of still mailing letters, particularly with collages or art work of interesting stamps). It said "A Few Twists and Turns on the Road These Years But Here's Hoping 2023 is Boffo!" I guess it was a New Year's cad. Yeah. Bing Image Create does better with words, but seldom perfectly.

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    So the treasurse were all put away on the desk hutch shelves — there was room — where they should have been put ages ago — the top of the filing cabinet was now cleared once the plastic cover set the tone; the bed was sprayed nicely; there was now a place to put the candle I sometimes brought out to have a pine scent and fretted about because the only candle holder I have is a heavy flat glass one that is very shallow; and I was inspired to put my friend's Postalist letters all in one of his Postalist artons sent to try to consoldiate the papers…

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    I can't begin on the chess yet which awaits in other tangled boxes in the other room, but the rock is sending out whatever rays it needs to send out and we're getting there. It's a positive chain. Plus there's now yet more room in the hallway and a chance to face boxes in the back closet now….

  • Just One Thing: Goodwill

    Prokofy Neva, Virtualtor

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    So you can see where this is going now after our previous episode.

    The Goodwill bag. Which has sat there more than a year, surely. I moved here four years ago, at the start of the pandemic, it was madness, so many things went wrong. Then I was fortunate I got two books to translate and had to work like mad to pay off back rent that had piled out when first one room mate fled when I couldn't promise I'd keep the two-bedroom as I was in line for the old folks' program, then another fled due to COVID, and I got stuck waiting months on end for the application to be processed, and the apartment to be readied and me to move — after the pandemic was already quite underway, pre-vaccines, in May 2020. Then in 2022 finally my son came and we put a lot of stuff into plastic crates, threw out a few amount of stuff, and got the other room organized enough to use the crates as a base for a mattress and to make a bedroom out of it, its natural purpose. My son did an enormous amount of work because I spent half the time with terrible gagging fits (which finally led to another operation in 2023). 

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    So, as I mentioned I backslid, then with renewed purpose the next day, after the patch was one and I could also actually make a rag bag (yay! no more using dish towels that are in perfectly could shape and shouldn't be used to clean with, but only dry!) — I managed to put some of the items I hesitated about BACK into the Goodwill back. Honestly, I'm not going to wear that too-tight blue short-sleeved shirt with the frilly collar, the sort of thing I hate. No, those too-big heavily flowery pants that are a chore to shorten or take in really should go, somebody gave me those (a lot of shopping for me used to be done for me by my mother-in-law, before she became more elderly, and with dementia. OK, progress. Not enough to really fill up the bag, however, and it was only a modest cloth grocery bag. So, now I had to look in the closet. At least one closet. There was no good reason to be keeping a velour green men's jacket, I have no idea where that came from. 
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    It might have even come from my cousin's local second-hand store where she volunteers, the Opportunity Shop — like the quilted vest my daughter rejected outright (though she shops regularly in the thrifts herself) — and which was too small for me. And now I had to also face that large, black, bulky top with the horrendous sequins all over it. My God, talk about Brighton Beach! I may hav worn this one…and only to Brighton Beach, to my mother-in-law's house (where there were only other Russians who would only say it was a nice top lol). My God, that I even wore it once! OK, this has to go. Now we also see another velour (I hate velour!) top probably my mother gave me which means it is truly ancient — and covered all over with paint from some long-ago job, not even Goodwill worthy. Rag bag! OK done!
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    I don't even have to walk all the way to the Good Will (or the Salvation Army) store, take your pick, as there is a collection box right at Stuyvesant, the housing complex near me, and I can toss it there. 

    Naturally, I walk right by it after first becoming distracted with the community "take one/leave one" book box — where I left some off and took one — and then fastened on the Ufixit store where I wanted to see if they'd take my broken computer. They would. That Just One Thing still awaits, and I wonder how the hell I will get it down there, as hauling it in a cart might make it more broken.

    So off I go to my aunt's still toting the Goodwill bag all the way to her house…where I should have tried to get her to part with some old stuff…but in any event I finally went BACK to the collection box on my way home and…DONE!

    It's only a grocery-bag full of likely 5-10 pounds or a square foot of stuff gone out of the MOUNDS that await. But still. Progress! Remember, you don't want somebody to have to be doing this after you die!

     

  • Just One Thing: Patch

    Prokofy Neva, Virtualtor

    Artifacture via MidJourney

    This one has taken years to get done. On the day after Thanksgiving, when we had a gathering with family to see some old Kodachrome slides my uncle had brought (the last time I saw him alive, sadly), my daughter even chastised me for coming to my aunt's with a hole in my jeans. It seemed if I had a t-shirt and a long-sleeves shirt over the jeans, who could care? But there it was, a reproach in a string that led to a worsening wrangle.

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    Why does this job always bog down? For the lack of patches. But surely, in the massive jumble of old clothes stuffed in drawers, boxes, and closets, there's something that can be used for a patch?! You would think! But it always bogs down. It's not even the sewing, which to be sure, is a chore.

    Why a chore, when it's seemingly a few minutes of sewing plain stitches? Answer: my eyesight is so poor I can't thread a needle. In fact, several years ago now, earlier in the pandemic, I confronted this problem by asking my daughter-in-law to thread a bunch of needles for me with long threads and mail them to me. But then I discovered you could buy a set on Amazon ready-made and that would save her having possible problems at the post office — plus doing this silly chore for me. So I ordered them…and then they all ended up getting tangled up terribly in the desk drawer (that same desk with the shelf where the outside is now clean but not the inside….)

    I opened them up, looked at them, then didn't do the job for months on end. This always happens. For want of the patch.

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    Now, I needed a real, determined intervention, to get Just One Thing done. I looked at the bag of stuff in the bedroom destined for the Good Will — another Just-One-Thing-in-the-Making. That led to some backsliding, as I retrieved some items out of it that I thought I didn't want to give away, after all.

    But wait, that shirt doesn't really fit, it shrunk (a hand-made sort of tye-died thing bought on Cape Cod ages ago). I tried it on. It was too tight to wear. I would not be wearing it. Truly, I cannot keep it, even though it is not tattered, only slightly faded in places. OMG this is ridiculous.

    I then found an old Bat Man t-shirt of my son's, evidently, cut up and shredded, God knows why, perhaps for a Halloween costume or some strange purpose, but I couldn't have that be the patch, or it would like like in fact not a patch, but underwear showing through! See, I think of everything, once chastised…

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    Now it was time to thread the needle, sadly. The tangled mess was so bad that I had to cut off all the threads, then under a very strong lamp, and taking like 50 tries, finally get first one needle, then another, then a third all threaded to complete this task. This was taking forever. This should maybe have become a chunked-up JOT. But, momentum….

    Yes, I finally decided that the too-tight batik sort of shirt had to become the patch. It could then be saved for other patches! or collages! I could cut off a corner so that two of the sides would even be already finished with double stitching and it might hold better. So, first I sewed all around the edges on the jeans, the hole was now too large to sew up outright. Then I folded up the sides to the patch and somehow sewed it all on, although it was indeed a half-assed job. Not without at one point sewing the whole pant leg together, despite using a magazine as a kind of thimble. That required pulling out the thread and starting over.

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    This is why things don't get done.

    Seeing what a half-assed job it was in the end, I went around the edges again with the needle and thread and the result was — adequate. The chief feature of this JOT is that it is now done and the patch is at least acceptable and better than the ever-enlargening hole.

    Just One Thing. That took years. And now of course I see the edges of the pant legs are quite frayed and I should either turn those under or better yet, patch them so they aren't so short if turned up. I have the material!