Hey hey, I’m trying to do all the things here. Already got a splinter that won’t come out…fun times. I finished quilting yesterday and couldn’t find anything in my stash for binding, so I’m going to have to go to Satan’s fabric store and just feel good that I’m using her fabric to make some woke-ass liberal quilts (probably not gonna tell her that, but I’m telling you).
I trimmed her yesterday too…
So she’s ready for binding today. I’ve got a solar guy coming to talk about a battery today (he says they’re cheaper than last time…they better be). Then I’m going to ceramics (haven’t been in a week and a half) and running about 700 errands. Yuck to that, but it needs to be done. And some of it is OK, except for trying to be woke in a fabric store run by a MAGA nut. Her employees are fine…sigh.
I trimmed all the Wonder Under for the banned book piece last night too, because I didn’t have anything else to work on and that’s anathema.
So it’s ready to be ironed to fabric like…now.
Monday we had a big earthquake. It wasn’t huge but it was very bumpy. I was at the vet and after the first little roll that turned into a larger roll, I picked up the dog and stood in the doorway.
Los Angeles trained, y’all. Grew up on an earthquake fault. My high school evacuated us ACROSS the fault to the upper fields. Made no sense.
It wasn’t that bad though…just makes you a little jumpy.
I did a few drawings (or finished this one) while sitting in cocktail bars and restaurants.
All good. Didn’t finish this one…
Food came too fast. Also the food was kinda eh. Ah well. Can’t have lovely scenery AND good food, can we? I did a couple of big drawings too.
Nova helping me cut things out. Actually, she was sitting in my seat and it was kind of annoying to not have my cushion at my back.
But I rarely move cats. She wanted belly rubs and air biscuits later…
I obliged. Why are all the blue-eyed cats in the house cross-eyed? Cute but makes them look somewhat psychotic.
This shit. I can’t even.
Dystopian bullshit going on. Crazy shit. I’m boggled by some of the things that are passing…or being ordered…or happening. ICE is out of control. HHS is about to implode. I’m hoping no one I love needs groundbreaking cancer treatment in the next 10 years…or longer. These trials take years to conduct. I never changed my name when I was married, but if I had, I don’t know where my marriage license is. No clue. WTF. I take heart in the institutions and people that are fighting back and putting out statements saying uh uh. Not doing that. Oregon’s governor stating, hey, we pay INTO federal funding…you don’t get to withhold it. Damn straight. Where are my taxes going? To SpaceX? Fuck that. He keeps blowing the damn things up. Not when celebrities are in them. Sigh. I don’t want people to die, but people are going to die with the decisions that are being made. And it’s the people who need help the most.
Anyway. The rest of the day will be all art (mostly) and a little gardening. Well, and those stupid errands. I needed lightbulbs for two of the bathrooms, but first, I searched my cupboards for those stupid vanity bulbs and found one set from 1993. The previous owners had written on the box that they had a yellow cast and that they had replaced 4 bulbs. I can’t believe I still had these bulbs (I probably had them shoved in the back of a drawer somewhere and just found them). Clay first, then binding. That’s what I’m doing. Probably also going to try to fix the sprinkler system…the ex replaced the broken sprinkler, which is good (it was beyond my ability), but now I think there’s a solenoid problem. Yes, I will have to do schoolwork at some point. Ugh. Maybe tomorrow I will start. I don’t really want to. I got a call yesterday that I’m going to be 8th grade again next year: pros and cons. Pro: still with my same team, my same co-teacher, same grade trying to figure shit out. Better. MASTERY. FFS. Con: um, some of those 7th graders out there look/sound really annoying and I don’t want them. But that’s always the case. Nothing new. I might have to do a Newcomers class for science? We’ll see. It’s a bit of a relief to know what grade level at least. We need to cut about 2-3 weeks of stuff in the beginning to find time in the end. Actually, probably more. So much we’re not teaching this year. Oh well. We never get through all of it anyway. OK. Drink tea. Make more tea. Go see how the clay is doing. Pretty sure I left a flagpole of clay to harden. Hopefully it’s still standing upright.
Kathy Nida 