I've had these black tops for years approaching decades, as witness the bleach stains covered by my amateur embroidery, as also the fact that the store I bought them from closed five years ago and they weren't new then. But once take them to the laundromat and wash and dry them in hot and they shrink. Shrink! It's like I never washed them in hot water before. But I never put them in the dryer, and I'll know not to do it again. And luckily it was both ragbag tops and not my one remaining respectable one. The two new tops didn't shrink either, being clearly of better quality.
Yesterday I decided to do at least one of the foot-dragging things I've put off and opted for flipping the side room futon: to discover that I can no longer flip that heavy leaden lump. For a bit there I thought I wouldn't even be able to get it back on the bedframe, but much heaving and puffing later it was back in place. Being hefted about seems to have fluffed it up a bit so it no longer dips drastically at the side where I sit down on it, but clearly I must seek the help of one of my muscular male neighbours. I suppose not hefting kids for four years will remove whatever muscles one had to start with.
The Korean super has marvellous tuna mayo onigiri but they cost and they don't keep. Never as good the next day. So when I was last there I bought some nori sheets and some Korean tuna in case that makes a difference and made my own at home. Can't say they were a huge success. I can't shape them in the neat triangles that the Koreans do, while the tuna was oily and probably needs proper Kewpie mayo. Not that the originals have much tuna or mayo in them: they're mostly just rice and seaweed and thus carb-heavy. Ah well, shall save them as an occasional treat.
Have been troubled all day by obscure flashbacks to this morning's dream which was something palace conspiracy-ppoi. There are no details remaining but stray emotions attached to it keep floating past my brain anyway.
Yesterday I decided to do at least one of the foot-dragging things I've put off and opted for flipping the side room futon: to discover that I can no longer flip that heavy leaden lump. For a bit there I thought I wouldn't even be able to get it back on the bedframe, but much heaving and puffing later it was back in place. Being hefted about seems to have fluffed it up a bit so it no longer dips drastically at the side where I sit down on it, but clearly I must seek the help of one of my muscular male neighbours. I suppose not hefting kids for four years will remove whatever muscles one had to start with.
The Korean super has marvellous tuna mayo onigiri but they cost and they don't keep. Never as good the next day. So when I was last there I bought some nori sheets and some Korean tuna in case that makes a difference and made my own at home. Can't say they were a huge success. I can't shape them in the neat triangles that the Koreans do, while the tuna was oily and probably needs proper Kewpie mayo. Not that the originals have much tuna or mayo in them: they're mostly just rice and seaweed and thus carb-heavy. Ah well, shall save them as an occasional treat.
Have been troubled all day by obscure flashbacks to this morning's dream which was something palace conspiracy-ppoi. There are no details remaining but stray emotions attached to it keep floating past my brain anyway.
