Watching the fog lift this morning. Everything seems calmer in the fog for some reason. There’s something about being encased in mist that is chill. Kind of trying to be one with that after yesterday. We’re blaming the full moon, Halloween after effects, the beginning of the new trimester, an upcoming 4-day weekend, and just general middle-school brain for the chaos we’re seeing. Feeling. Living. Glad for election results. Hopeful for the future. Taking deep breaths for the immediate reality of a Friday before a 4-day weekend. May the most annoying kids be absent (they never are). May learning happen. May it be chill and laidback, but effective. Ha! I’m serious. Not sure how this will roll. Ironically, we’re studying friction, so rolling will probably be impeded by something rough and bumpy.
Looking at a 4-day weekend for me too though. I will spend one day getting that damn academic assignment graded. The rest is yardwork and artwork and housecleaning. Not all fun and games, because some of it just needs to be done. Plus a doc appointment. Need to set up Wednesday’s lab today…might forget about that. That would be a mistake. Just put it on my calendar. Will write a post-it later. Then maybe I’ll remember.
Wednesday night, I packed up the quilt that needs to ship so I could get a shipping estimate and label through the art group showing it. It’s nice when they help. Then I started cleaning. I found all the fabrics from the last quilt and that I had bought in the interim (not a ton, but some) and organized them all by color…
And then I put them all away. It’s a tight fit on some colors. I need to cull again. I never culled ALL the bins, so this just complicates things when I put new stuff away in bins that might have been cleaned out already. Ah well. It’s a neverending battle, for sure. The only solution is to stop buying fabric, and that would suck.
I had a little time left before bedtime, so I laid out the first 100 pieces, ready to go.
And last night, I started ironing…
Not much of a start…a towel, a gun, some bullets and blood, and the beginnings of a bathtub. Tonight, there will be more. Hopefully there will be some solidly big chunks during this weekend. Around the floors getting cleaned and bushes getting trimmed and all that stuff. Maybe some cleaning of piles of stuff. That would be good too.
I can pause my panic attack for Tuesday this weekend. That’ll be nice.
Here’s a walkthrough of the Quilts=Art=Quilts exhibit, with mine at the front, to the right…nice location!
Today, I’m teaching friction. Hoping to get some peace and quiet at the end of each class, but we know how that rolls. I spent too much of yesterday explaining what ‘gentle’ means, fixing spring scales, threatening to pull next week’s lab, and telling kids to go check their grades. Sigh. Yeah. Long year. The sex-ed meeting after school where the state is going to impose an arbitrary deadline on us having to teach sex ed next year due to the kneejerk decisions of our school board? Well then I emailed the board of the California Department of Education. Because ffs I didn’t cause this problem and neither did my students. Long story. I’m pissed about it. I’m hoping we can change it, but you know how bureaucracy works…sticks are in the mud and won’t move even when it’s the right thing to do. So we’ll see if any of them deign to answer me. I’m going to ceramics after school and then home to cook dinner and iron a body bag in a bathtub. That doesn’t sound relaxing, and certainly there are parts of it that are NOT, like when I think about why I put that body bag there and what it stands for, and yes, the elections went well, and some daycare teacher still got yanked out by ICE agents. And there’s still a ballroom being built. And food is still expensive. Deep breaths. The world continues, and I worry about things, because it is my nature, and I rail at things, because it is also my nature, but there will be fabric at the end of the day.
Kathy Nida 