Happy day before the 250th anniversary of our country…as it goes down burning. Arresting people for touching the reflecting pool liner, but pardoning all the crazy shit on January 6…and some of those people have gone on to do heinous things they couldn’t have done if they’d still been in prison. Not sure how to celebrate this level of crazy. Women being prosecuted for having miscarriages…women DYING for having a miscarriage. People being arrested by ICE for no legal reason. A president who admits his children are benefiting financially from his position…illegal, but hey, since when has that stopped them? A Supreme Court with justices who do not understand the letter of the law. A senator who has disappeared for 17+ days and is probably on life support, but we’re gonna hide that too in case they replace him with someone more woke, more left-leaning.
Today, though, today is the day before we celebrate all that. Today is the day…I go to the dentist for my 3-month cleaning. Exciting, I know.
I did start ironing the quilt together though…not sure how I’m going to get it done in time. As I get closer to my leave date, more and more shit gets shoved into those days. But here’s about 3 hours worth of ironing (for those who think it looks quick).
And here’s last night, after another almost two hours. I’m about 370 pieces in or so…out of approximately 1440. My days are full of tasks and people. These aren’t bad things, just complications to the art process. I can’t take this thing with me to Oregon.
I can take this thing though, so I sandwiched and pinbasted it. It’ll take about an hour to quilt it and then I’ll debate putting bindings on before I leave. I can do all the handstitching in Oregon. I have another one to work on as well that is quilted and just needs embroidery.
Yesterday, I drove the Man up to his show in Solana Beach, but had to wait for the show to actually start. Found a winery with the soccer on (although I also read my book).
They played at the Belly Up, opening for two other bands.
I was up front and could barely see the Man.
Luckily someone taller took video.
This is Bowie trying to intimidate Luna into leaving the cat bed.
This is Simba…super tired. He would like to go to bed earlier.
We already had these showing up at school. Annoying. I don’t want to police glasses and phones and watches.
I wish people understood political/theoretical systems better. I’m ok with a lot of socialist ideas, including this one.
Only Michael survived though…
Reality here.
And there we are going into the holiday celebration. The Man’s band is playing tomorrow down at the bay with all the crazy traffic. I’m going but we plan to come back before the fireworks, both for the dog’s sake and our own. He’s ok with fireworks; just barks at them. I know this because they were going off at 1-2 AM last night…and so was he.
I made it to the dentist, where I wrote half of this, and now I’m trying to finish it on my phone. I also made it to ceramics. More about that next week. Now I’m going to Pilates and then down to Liberty Station to see some art and eat dinner…then back here to iron. Looking forward to that part.
Kathy Nida 