Hey. I sorta feel like I’m on a skateboard going down a steep hill with no helmet on, and a wheel is loose. Every once in a while, I’ll feel like I’m stable and everything is mostly under control, and then some crazy thing will happen (it actually WASN’T the tornado warning during school yesterday that made me feel that way, the thing that put us on Secure Campus Lockdown…it’s OK, it was my prep period, so I used it wisely to get ahead on lab prep and cleanup), and I’ll feel that wheel wobble like a crazy bastard and my knees try to manage the wobble and maybe I should just sit down over here and read a book for a while.
I actually did that yesterday. Part of that is because I have book club tonight and I read the wrong book and now I’m reading the right one and I’m only 51% finished. I need an hour and 20 minutes. I don’t HAVE an hour and 20 minutes. What I have is a walking tour of the local high school, with rain predicted (more rain, y’all? Really?), plus an ultrasound of a weird arm lump after school that is miles away (the ultrasound, not the lump), so I’m going to have to be packed and ready to run by the time the bell rings at the end of the day to get there. Plus a meeting this morning. Pro is that there is no more water in the house (that we know of)…the boychild and I rigged a draining thing Monday night to deal with part of the issue…
Rain falls from roof into bin, goes out PVC pipe toward driveway. We need another one, but I’d have to sacrifice another bin to it. We’ve been using buckets so far in the other space. Trying to keep water from building up close to the house. I dug out a bunch of dirt, about 4 wheelbarrows worth, but probably won’t be able to do anymore until the weekend. Interestingly, at night, we can see where the previous owners probably had to deal with this before…different wood…so we’re going to try for a better, permanent fix once the rain stops. Not cheap. Not easy. Sigh. I guess I should be glad that I had some money saved up to the one of the bathrooms this summer. Hopefully it’s enough. Or maybe the state/feds will come up with some assistance that I can tap into. Because insurance won’t cover any of it. Fun times.
Meanwhile, I do have another quilt I’m working on. It’s small, it’s a little strange; I’m not sure what the topic is, although if pushed, I would say relationships. It’s not a drawing that planned to be a quilt, which I think is maybe the fun part of doing it. I have been thinking about the next big piece, but my brain hasn’t settled on anything yet. So I’m waiting it out. I’d like to have something big to work on over Spring Break since we aren’t going anywhere. Ugh.
Anyway, I finished ironing pieces down on Monday night…
There are 71 fabrics, which is kind of amazing, since there’s only 392 pieces total. But why use one yellow when you can use eight? That’s my theory anyway. I’m seriously in love with some of the fabrics in this quilt. One of them has maybe a 6×8″ rectangle left of it. Sad. I will miss it when it’s gone.
Wanna see the whole pile close up? Well apparently I did…
Some tiny shit in there.
Last night, I started cutting them out, but I started late because…well…brain. I left school after spending two days trying to find the paper I ordered last week that the office manager substitute claimed had been delivered to my room by TAs (liars). I tracked down the LID to the box after school (no kidding), then made some deductive reasoning based on where the lid was and what it was doing, ransacked a school paper cupboard, and found all my shit (those TAs are on crack). Then went to Pilates, which was the next level up and almost killed me. I’m serious. I’m sure my quads will be talking to me soon about the shakies they got yesterday. Then drove to the photographer’s to pick up my quilt, but I’m waiting on another show to notify, which they should have on February 2, then delayed to yesterday, then yesterday, another email. FUCK people. You know we actually use your deadlines to plan for other entries? I have two shows, no three, to enter, and I don’t even have a name for the new quilt (working on it), but I need an answer from the other show ASA fucking P. Hopefully today. Then had to make dinner and try to revise lesson plans for the rest of the week based on the tornado warning’s effect on yesterday’s teaching, plus not being there Friday afternoon. FUCKING NUTS.
All this to say, I did not cut out much. Mostly because I was staring at a computer and trying to make shit work.
Thanks Nova. I still need to redo my sub plans. Not sure when that’s happening, because I’m fairly sure I’m losing my prep period today to the walking trip (rain means buses, and they’ve only found one bus, and there are probably 350 of us, only 60 fit on a bus on a good day). Fun times. I say that a lot this year. It’s ironic. They’re not really fun.
This is so true. And I say the second part almost as many times a year as I say something about your mom’s egg and your dad’s sperm (I’m teaching genetics right now).
OK. Meeting that will go long and be yuck. Then walking tour. Then hopefully a prep period so I can copy some papers, because I couldn’t do that yesterday due to a possible tornado. Then teaching more genetics, which is going over about as well as a possible tornado. Kamikaze to ultrasound, hope for no rain, take ten years to drive home in traffic. Then book club. On Zoom, thank goodness. And entering two-three art shows. Maybe cutting stuff out at the end of it. Finish sub plans. Sleep.
Kathy Nida 