Hey. Early Monday, too many things going on, too many things need to happen. I need to come up with a title for the piece I’m working on, and I don’t even have an inkling (no, I don’t want help…I just need headspace). Usually I stare at the picture, read some online stuff about the topic, stare at it again, go heat up my tea, stare at it some more, look up quotes, shake my head, go out and plant something or sweep something, pretend it’s a normal day, go to bed, and just as I’m falling asleep, it comes to me, and hopefully I’m smart enough to document it somewhere. But often not. And then I have to wait for it to wander back into my head.
Yeah. Fun times. OK, fast and furious here. I didn’t iron Friday night because we went to watch a co-teacher dance in a local performance.
I got home super late and went straight to bed, pretty much…and then spent 22 minutes finishing my book. It was good. What can I say? The Tainted Cup by Robert Jackson Bennett. Because this…
Too true. Saturday, I ironed for about 4 hours…avoiding most other tasks. Dude, I’m on a deadline.
There’s a certain stage when you’re ironing tree parts and freeway interchange parts when it is pure overlapping chaos.
Scribble in the room! Also, all those random things piled on the ironing board are weights to keep the rest of the piece from sliding off.
It’s heavy at this point. And still chaotic.
But getting there.
Then last night, I almost finished.
I just have the owl on the top right and then need to iron it onto the background. And come up with a title. No, I still don’t want your help. Thanks.
Sigh.
I hiked Saturday; the wildflowers are starting to bloom.
It was nice, except for the ebikes.
Annoying. No engines in nature, y’all. Unless they’re rescuing someone or something.
I think I need more hikes. I used to hike after school…ok, not in winter. It gets dark too early.
OK, I scrolled a lot in between grading and ironing.
Not surprising. And here’s Charlie Kirk on it all.
We’re there. The tyrannical part.
Humanity is the least humane thing out there in the US right now.
Please…arrest more people so we don’t notice how many rich white males are on the Epstein list. Take them all! Jail them all! I don’t care about their politics or what they do for a living. They belong in jail.
Yeah. I’ve been saying white men are the problem for years.
Sigh. So if you follow me on Facebook or Instagram, you may have noticed we’ve got some family stuff going on, trying to find the Man’s sister. She’s in danger. If you live locally and you see her, please call 911 and reach out to us if you can. I know it’s unlikely most of you will see her, but just in case…you never know.
I have an early meeting (hate Monday meetings), then I’m teaching the electromagnetic spectrum, and going to a physical therapy evaluation for my very cranky knees. Then hopefully to ceramics, but also have to pick up a handle arm thing for the toilet that broke last night (couldn’t break Saturday so I could go to Home Depot over the weekend, could you?), plus pick up meds that got sent to a local pharmacy instead of ordered online like I asked, then not sure what else. Maybe grading, definitely reading to dissociate, then ironing an owl. Good times. May the world be a better place by the time I get there…or at least not a worse one.
Kathy Nida 