Dixie, my new dictionary. Nearly a month later and I’m still so in love with her. 15/10 purchase.
Tiny containers. Most days, I go back home after the gym, where I imbibe in my post-workout powders and potions. Often enough, though, I don’t. For those days, I bought these cutie little containers to bring said powders and potions with me so I can stop carrying them around in tiny ziplock bags like a drug dealer. (Pictured below: chia seeds and fiber.)

Finishing this fuckass puzzle. At the beginning of the year I had this puzzle made from a photo I took during a 2015 a trip to the fair. I knew it would be challenging. It was WAY more challenging than I expected. I began it in January. By February, I was beyond annoyed with it and shoved it under my TV stand to save for later. I began working on it again in July and finally finished it in mid-August. By comparison, I usually complete a 1,000-piece puzzle in one to three days (it’s the autism).

I used puzzleYOU and I’m mostly happy with my decision. The quality of the pieces and the box are much better than that of Portland Puzzle Company. My one complaint—and it’s a big one—is the dullness of the colors. The colors are what really make the image pop. Compared to the original photo (below), the puzzle’s colors are so muted, which I think dulls the vibe of the puzzle and the satisfaction of completing the thing.

Trying on all my Before Times work clothes. I haven’t had to get dressed for real in…years. Which, on the one hand, I really love. Not having a dry cleaning bill and being super comfortable all day every day is the dream, especially as an autistic who finds most clothing extremely-to-unbearably uncomfortable for a variety of sensory reasons. For the last year or so, though, I’ve begun to miss feeling put together. So the other day I tried on literally every single piece of workwear from my pre-COVID, DC era. It was so, so fun and made me feel human and like a member of society again—and inspired me to get dressed for real for my recent visits to the Portland Art Museum and the Swan Island Dahlia Festival.
Backing this Kickstarter. I cannot wait for my phone to have this very cute and stationary home.
Street art. Flyers, posters, sidewalk stencils, stickers, murals, THIS ADORABLE-ASS TINY CERAMIC VASE HELLO??? The version of autism I have is the one that’s hyper-attuned to little things on utility poles and street signs and the ground and man does it keep paying dividends.

Washing my car. The other weekend I borrowed my friend’s parents’ driveway and hose to give my car the detailed wash she so desperately needed and deserved. She’s so shiny now!
Air-drying my laundry. Since April, I’ve been air-drying all of my laundry. Does this save me a noticeable amount of money? No. Do I have the space to do this? Also no. Does this save me time? Absolutely not. Does it bring me an immense sense of peace, calm, and contentment? Yes. It brings me so much joy to stand on my building’s little stoop and arrange everything on my drying rack, to putz around and check on its progress and rotate the rack throughout the day with the sun, and to fold it all and put it away at the end of the day once it’s dry. I love it so much.

The IPRC. I was first introduced to the Independent Publishing Resource Center a few years ago when I was invited to participate in an art build being held there. It’s such a cool place and I’m very grateful to have access to a creative workspace filled with so many useful tools (enormous scanners, InDesign and Illustrator, a laminator, book binding machines and tools, button making machines, a zine library (!!), a letterpress studio (where I took a letterpress workshop last summer), riso printers, a screen printing studio, etc.) and so much inspiration. Lately, I’ve been visiting a few times a week to work on a project that I’m both super excited about and not yet ready to share.


The Swan Island Dahlia Festival. After years of wanting and planning to, I finally went for the first time the other week. Beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, etc. I spent two and a half hours there and easily could’ve spent longer if I hadn’t needed to leave to make it to an appointment.

Gym progress. It’s been a long time since I’ve hit a lifting PR. Given my age and how long I’ve been lifting, those PRs will continue to become more and more rare. The good news is, the amount of weight on the bar isn’t the only type of PR you can hit in the gym. Some non-lifting progress I’ve made recently:
- Improved (lower) resting heart rate, which has translated to higher RPMs with less effort during Zone 2 sessions on the ergs
- Holding right around (and sometimes above!!) 70 RPMs on the Assault Bike during workouts, under fatigue, for multiple rounds. This is a huge achievement for me. I’m curious to see how it translates to the Echo Bike, which is even more of a beast than the Assault Bike
- Improved pace on the ski erg. Of the ergs, this is the one I struggle with the most. It’s very exciting every time I see my new and improved pace holding steady, or even creeping down by a second or two every few weeks, on the screen
Having the gym to myself. Earlier this year I joined a different gym in part because of their hours, which align better with my schedule, and which means I often have the gym entirely to myself for a good portion of my workout. A dream.
The first signs of fall. I’m shocking myself by saying: I’m excited—and ready—for fall. Or, more precisely, I’m excited and ready for early fall, when it’s still warm enough to have the windows open and also cool enough to wear sleeves and burn a spice-scented candle (this one is my favorite); when the leaves begin to turn in vibrant shades of reds, oranges, and yellows and are still crunchy instead of brown and wet and extremely slippery; and when golden hour looks and feels extra golden.

Happy weekend, y’all. 🍂





























































