So Much Art…

I was supposed to write Monday, but I went to five museums instead and then out to an amazing dinner, care of the girlchild. So I didn’t have the mental or physical energy to write anything. If you follow me on Insta, you saw some of the art photos I posted, because I saw a lot of art, and there are still a million photos and they’re mostly for me and y’all may never see them.

Then I thought I’d write Tuesday, because I had decided to head to the airport early; it’s over an hour to get there and with TSA lines being what they have been, plus I was exhausted and didn’t want to try to negotiate the extra $55 my hotel wanted to charge just to hold onto my luggage for another hour, so you’d think I would have had time to write, but I got a teacher bug up my butt and graded the second academic assignment instead. I didn’t think I would finish (it was hefty), but about 90 minutes out of San Diego, I said fuck it, and finished the damn thing so I don’t have to think about it for the next 5 days. It’s OK…there’s 7 million other things on my to-do list that are quite honestly stressing me out right now.

I guess I didn’t post any of the weekend either…except on Insta. So we had an artists’ demo day that was cool; not a lot of people showed up because the weather was awful, but it was OK anyway. That shit happens. There were artists’ talks on Saturday, which was awesome. Again, not a ton of people, if you’re used to Visions or Quilt National, but it was cool to hear Lena and Holly Cole talk about their work. Saturday night was very chill, use up all the food in the fridge. Sunday, we had a late start and headed somewhere that I might remember…wait, the Shenandoah Valley Museum? Of something? Damn. There was a fiber show…I should post about that later…and lots of gardens that weren’t blooming yet and a very weird bamboo maze that was not a maze at all. Nice though. We got dropped at the airport and I took a long train to DC and figured out how to find my hotel and navigate the Metro. Not super hard, but different (of course) from all the others.

Monday, I got up and fed and caffeinated, which was harder than it should have been, and then spent 6 hours going to the Renwick, the Smithsonian American Art Museum, The National Portrait Gallery, the Hirshhorn, and the National Gallery of Art. It was a lot. I was kamikazing through the last one…just went to modern and contemporary and skipped all the historical stuff.

I walked over 22,000 steps and my knees eventually complained about the stairs at the last one. It was awesome though. Absolutely worth it and amazing. I love art. You might be able to tell.

This Laurie Anderson room in the (holy shit, I don’t remember where it was…SAAM?) was amazing.

I stayed there a very long time. Nowhere to sit. Probably on purpose.

Grandma Moses and I don’t have a lot in common…which is OK. I still like her stuff.

The girlchild gifted me a reservation at a cool Indian restaurant that supplied Monday dinner AND Tuesday breakfast. Amazing even cold.

All in all, a great trip, although the to-do list right now could bury me. My piece opened at Art Quilt Elements in PA, and no, I didn’t see it. It’s in a corner, so I appreciate Susan Brubaker Knapp’s tenacity in taking a photo of it.

So. More art photos later. I need to leave in 30 minutes with a filled-out grocery list, my meds in my body. Then get through the to-do list.

I’m hoping to do some of this today…but who knows. It will probably be more about weeds, but that is still a flower and maybe the dandelions. But right now, I don’t know what I’ll be able to get done. We’ll see.

Travels for Quilts

So I’m in Virginia, currently sitting in the kitchen of the Virginia Quilt Museum. We have demonstrations happening this afternoon, and my co-conspirator in fabric is interviewing the director of the museum.

We both arrived Wednesday and were ensconced in an old guesthouse filled with antiques. Definitely a cat theme.

Cats…

Thursday we toured the museum and saw all the exhibits…looking forward to meeting Holly Cole tomorrow. Her animals are amazing.

Such a creative use of materials…

Three-dimensional designs fascinate me; I can’t get my head around them. I’m impressed by those who can.

Here’s Lena Meszaros, the other artist in the Fantastic Stories exhibit here.

Her work is very different than mine, but definitely works with them. She’s more of a collage quilter and works with a wide range of materials.

I’ll get some closeups today. I’m here all day.

Here’s a video of my six pieces in the show.

We also visited one of the top 10 quilt stores in the US, Patchwork Plus. Lots of fabric, patterns, notions, and Jamie. No explanation for that.

We went for a random walk in the afternoon, no sidewalks, out in farmland mostly.

This building was fascinating…

I don’t know how it wasn’t falling down. Lots of Virginia smells like cow so far (limited to where we’ve been so far).

I talk to the animals.

I’ve drawn a bit, read a lot, probably not slept enough (when do I ever?).

Ok. So today, I demonstrate fusing bugs, probably start a new book, maybe draw or stitch a little. Tomorrow is an artists’ talk…so we’ll be here all day again, I think. Oh, and I forgot that thing in my room…

Dog? Unknown. Guards over me while I sleep.

Out

Well the news is slightly exaggerating the TSA lines in San Diego…they are not for the faint of heart, but they aren’t four hours long. Honestly I think people panicking made it worse. It took 52 minutes and the last ten were because I got stuck behind a dysfunctional family of five.

So I have about 30 minutes to find some food to eat later for lunch. It took that long to find someone who had tea that wasn’t sugar or Earl Grey (not a fan).

I made some last-minute luggage changes… hope I don’t regret it…but this was what I was looking at.

That’s a bigger range than I normally have to plan for. I put my demo kits together for Friday the other night when I had a strange burst of energy. I tried to mostly rest yesterday to try to kick this cold. Definitely better today.

Not sure what I’m going to do with these bugs…probably put them in something else. Maybe design a female figure with the bugs as part of the landscape. Thoughts for another time.

We have squirrels. This one yelled a lot at Simba, who chased him off the deck.

Yesterday included pulling a super long root out of the toilet that’s been blocked for a few months. Good times.

Crossed that off my to-do list.

I was in bed before 10 pm last night, so I missed the snoring. That said, my blood sugar sensor wasn’t connecting to my phone around midnight, so the alarm kept going off… I was totally stressed out and convinced I had another dud sensor and I’d have to survive a week just poking my finger 17 times a day…but this morning, it was fine, so wtf. Be thankful technology eventually figured shit out?

Word. Dog snoring, even cat snoring…adorable.

I have one of those loaded up for the plane ride. I also have grading if I feel like it. Right now, I think I just want a nap. So I fly for 5 hours, get picked up, fed, dropped in a strange place with a woman I barely know 😜. It’ll be fine. She’ll be on French time; I’ll be on California time. Our pickup time tomorrow is problematic for my body, but I’ll go to bed early again. And then explore Virginia…was last there for my brother’s wedding…the girlchild was almost two and now is 28…so that long ago. And DC? I think middle school? Long time. Adventures await…

Accept the Fuzz…

Hey. It’s Spring Break. I’m exhausted, overwhelmed, buried, and woke up sick this morning. That squirrel is back on the fence, running along…he hasn’t figured out how to get to the bird feeder yet (the Man moved it). I’m waiting for the Mark Rober adjustments to the feeder if he does figure it out (if you’ve never watched Rober design systems to foil squirrels, it’s definitely a squirrel hole to fall down some day.). I leave early Wednesday morning for Virginia, and every time I turn around, something else gets added to the to-do list. The oil light came on in my car yesterday after driving to Long Beach and back for an art meeting (hardly any traffic, luckily). Hoping I don’t get all those people sick. But I felt fine yesterday…just tired. And I’m always tired. Here’s to hoping my middle-school-teacher immune system kicks in (and my flu shot) to make this thing go away quickly. I don’t have time to be sick. I don’t want to be sick on a plane either. Sigh. OK. Need to buy/find masks now.

Did I finish my taxes on Saturday? Nope. Not even. I packed and shipped a quilt that will be at the New England Quilt Museum as part of the Soul Stories exhibit opening there around April 14. It will travel to Birmingham, UK, and then to International Quilt Festival in Houston, Texas, in November. I can’t go to any of those shows, I think. Ah well. The quilts travel more than I do…always.

I have the closing reception for the Fantastic Stories exhibit at the Virginia Quilt Museum this coming weekend. We’re doing demos on Friday and then an artist talk on Saturday. If I had a car and more time, I’d then drive up to the Art Quilt Elements opening at the Wayne Art Center; I have a piece in that show as well. The opening is from 3-5 PM. It’s about a 4-hour drive from where I am in Virginia, I don’t have a car, and I’m planning on going to museums in DC on Monday. I’m not making it to the opening. I couldn’t do the 8-hour roundtrip drive plus rent the car. Money is tight. I’m appreciating the museum finding us a place to stay while we’re in Virginia and transporting us around. Saves me a bit of money I don’t actually have.

But this is the artist’s life…I could never afford to be a fulltime artist and feed my kids. The paychecks are not regular (or honestly big) enough. One quilt selling from this show would cover my expenses easily, but my stuff does not sell easily unfortunately. I probably don’t market well either. In my spare time! Anyway, if you are in Dayton, come see the show. If you miss it this week (it comes down Saturday night), I’ll have a piece in the No Boundaries exhibit that opens right afterward, on March 31.

I did finish the smallest of the dye paintings last night. On Friday, I finished all the embroidery so far and was considering threads for the hair.

Then Saturday night, I started working on the hair…

This is the smallest of the pieces I’m working on…

This one is about 20″ square…smaller than I usually do. And last night, I finished up the purple in the hair…

And sewed the sleeves down on the bottom edge (I waited to make sure the embroidery didn’t catch in the sleeves).

I don’t usually make pieces this small…trying to see if this is faster than the other way I make quilts. For something this size, it’s not.

Official photos will have to follow. I have a piece about this size that I did last year, in my normal technique, and it’s about the same number of hours. Interesting. It’s still a worthwhile process though, for a different type of image. I’m not giving up on it. Certainly, I make more work by adding the embroidery, but that was part of what I wanted to do. Moving on to the next one tonight. Might be some bedazzly stuff going on with that one.

I really wish they’d pay TSA. Getting on a plane and going to DC is somewhat nerve-wracking, now helped by long lines and ICE agents.

Such a frustrating system we have at the moment.

This was not surprising, unfortunately. Men in power. Strength and love to Dolores Huerta.

But true. I don’t want anyone in the Epstein Files to be in power anywhere. Don’t care who they are. That’s the difference.

Going back to the Dark Ages, y’all.

This is how men control the story. Take the meds away…I don’t see anyone removing Viagra or its equivalents. Of course not. Not making men responsible for their bodies and what they do with them. Birth control is mostly hormones…interestingly, hormones men have as well.

This is what I always feel like at the beginning of Spring Break. Except when I’m sick.

But it does feel like a good morning despite the headache and sore throat. I’ll try to stand outside in the sun for a bit. Just stand. Then go back to prepping for this trip, trying to grade stuff, trying to finish taxes, trying to keep up with all the stupid stuff I’m supposed to be doing in the next two days. I’d like to get to ceramics today too…maybe later. Brain is very fuzzy. Spring Break fuzzy? Sick fuzzy? General old age fuzzy? It probably doesn’t matter…accept the fuzz.

Watching Squirrels Sleep…

Hey I usually do more of a countdown to Spring Break, but I haven’t even had the mental space for that…it starts today! At 3:30 PM…but it’s also Eid today, so I’m guessing I’ll have at least 40 students missing, just based on what got turned in yesterday. We normally miss a bunch the Friday before a break, but with a massive religious holiday…it’ll be a lot more. We all planned for it…easier to plan for it at the end of a unit, right before a break, than for the beginning of a unit, right after a break (that was last year). So I’m not expecting a lot of stupid shit today, luckily…hopefully quiet, watch Bill Nye while I grade, be quiet, turn your stuff in. Meanwhile, I made a grading list and it sucks. My fault of course, but whatever. I only have four days at home before I leave for Virginia, and about a million things to do, so that should be interesting.

Survived field trip…

Had to explain what the metal string things were for and that the seagull was not making a nest there and dropping its eggs into the water.

Meanwhile, embroidery takes forever. Wednesday night…I got the speech bubble etc on…

I may have embroidered more around the heart…and then last night, I did embroidery in the speech bubble and more around the heart.

Better. The heart itself needs more. Then the hair. Probably outline the speech bubble. Doesn’t sound like much but I probably won’t be done until next year. Ha! No…it won’t take THAT long.

My brain fuzzed out last night for a bit so I have a lot of memes expressing my frustration with the world. Well, this is not a meme…just a direction to the drones that are not really over California, looking for places to drop bombs.

I love California most of the time. Not all of it. But in general.

Keeping up with the political theme of Why TF are we at war and everything costs so much.

Plus deportations still happening, people dying in custody, little kids separated from their parents. People trying to be legal about immigration and that doesn’t matter. DACA recipients ffs. They pay taxes, you idiots.

The damn SAFE Act is just fucked up. I did check my passport last night, just for giggles (is it giggles when it’s necessary?). I never changed my name though…I also checked that I had my birth certificate, and I do. Thanks mom for smuggling those out of Alaska. I really do think we’re in an alien dystopian movie at the moment.

There’s also this though. I do this all the time.

That’s an anxiety thing. Fun. And this…

I know I’m going to have to be up early on Sunday to drive to an art meeting in freakin’ Long Beach. Ugh. I wouldn’t be going if it weren’t Spring Break, but even then, I don’t have much time before I leave and I WANT to: finish grading, have my taxes done, get a bunch of yard work done…and I NEED to: pack everything, set up demos to take with me, make sure I have food (we have a kitchen…I just found that out). So I’m doing all of that. OH. And get to ceramics on Tuesday or Monday so I’m not leaving my piece for too long. Plus get the damn toilet fixed. It’s been months.

This amuses me…because it is also true. But today is Hawaiian shirt day (for Spring Break), so I’m wearing a bulky men’s shirt that buttons on the wrong side and isn’t my thing at all.

Just like a middle-school teacher. I brought a shirt and flip flops to change into later for ceramics.

I need to grade all of Per 5 and 6’s Unit 5 packets, because I’m bringing home Unit 6 today. Sad but true. I also need to copy all the stuff for the first week back; I have the first day copied and that’s it. So that’s my goal for the school day. Plus be chill (my A/C sort of works?) and not go off on anyone (I already did last night, but it was semi-justified…maybe could have worded it as a suggestion instead of a rant, but I don’t have that in me right now). Do my afterschool duty in 97-degree heat (seriously?) and then go to clay and then go home and eat leftovers and maybe grade some shit because downtime is rare and I’m on a mission to clear the second week of break from school shit (ha!). SLEEP. Maybe. Because hot and the Man yelled out “Text him” the other night in his sleep. Plus a cat hit my head and I was bleeding…luckily under the hair and not on the face. I’m currently watching a squirrel run along the fence between my yard and my neighbors…thinking of getting a squirrel box and putting a camera inside so I can watch them sleep. Seriously. Google it. It’s funny.

Supposed to Do…

Hello all. It’s Wednesday, although my brain is convinced it has survived more than two work days this week. It’s wrong…well, unless you count the weekend, when I also worked. As always. I finally finished all the bindings on the dye paintings…with everyone’s help. Here’s Nova…

Who headbutts things and then drools on you.

I started embroidery (finally!) on this one last night…

Probably take forever. I was going to do more applique on it, but that would have meant getting off the couch and I was well past that. I will still DO the applique, but I need to prep for it earlier in the evening. Probably not tonight. Today is a mess. We’re going on a field trip to the Midway (big military boat; my favorite thing really…ha), then we’re back in our rooms for two periods and I still don’t have air conditioning (it was 97 degrees outside yesterday). Then pilates and cooking dinner. Ugh. I’ll be half dead by the end of it. And I’m grading like crazy to hopefully limit what I have to get done over break.

I went to the ceramics studio last night and took this half-assed photo of the bowl ready for glaze fire.

It took me almost an hour to do the glazing. I’m hoping it turns out well.

The Forbidden Words Project quilt is done…I have three words/phrases in it.

Let’s see if I can find them…

The girlchild might make it to the opening where this will debut up in San Francisco. It’ll travel…hopefully I’ll see it at some point.

Yesterday was crazy hat day AND tattoo a teacher (fundraiser)…

What’s funny is that I went to the ceramics studio after and forgot I had the tattoos and got some weird looks until I remembered.

Good times. Getting them off was a bit more challenging, but I think we’re good.

This is where we’re headed. Again.

I’d like to bring up the guy who said my comments about the Repugs/MAGA need to throw women back to the 1900s were a conspiracy theory. After I bring him up, I’d like him to explain what’s happening now and how I was wrong. (not happening; it’s fine. It’s not like I wanted to be right.)

And this. Sigh.

Keep voting y’all. And caring about all the people. It’s what we’re supposed to do.

Hopefully Well

Racing into Monday. A full weekend. But I got nothing done. Fun times.

Quilt stuff…OK, I got bindings done, but not quilts and not sleeves, because I’m leaving the sleeves unstitched until I finish the embroidery on these. Finished this one Friday night…

Got embroidery ideas for it. Then I started another one, with Scribble’s help.

Although she is definitely tracking a bug. A flying bug. In case that isn’t clear.

Saturday night, I kept working on that binding, with Scribble’s help.

Looks the same. Scribble likes it when I sit still.

I finished that one Saturday night…

Then Sunday night, I finished the small one…

One more to go and then I start embroidery. Or applique on that last one…got the fabric I needed for the speech bubble. Apparently profanity is out for this show as well as nudity. Ugh.

And then my local SAQA group had an opening of their new exhibit, Beyond the Canvas, at the Poway Performing Arts Center. I have two pieces in the show…

Lost in the Trees…

I was apparently done with smiling…Nowhere Else to Go. The show is up for a while…

OK, not a super long while…through April 5. Check it out. I have more pictures, but don’t have time to resize or post anything this morning. Morning meetings for 3 out of the 5 days this week, plus some demanding school issues.

I did make time to hike on Saturday…and I took Simba this time.

I can’t hike as far with him because he is an old man now…

He may argue against that.

But he can’t do 4+ miles anymore. It was warm but not horrible, unlike the rest of the week.

Here’s where I’m at politically…

And on the daily…

OK. Today is a test. Fun times for the kids who were absent last week. They won’t have a clue what to do. Oh well. I will have to figure that out for them. Meeting this morning, meeting this afternoon, then ceramics hopefully. Then grading (always) and the last binding. Then I have to start thinking about embroidery. OK, realistically, I’ve been thinking about it for at least a month, but now it will be real and I’ll have to make decisions. Possibly a bad choice right before Spring Break. Limited brain power. We’ll see how that goes. Hopefully well.

Extra Hour…

If you’re a teacher, this is my day: it is Friday the 13th, a week before Spring Break, we have an assembly, and it’s supposed to be 94 degrees. And my air conditioning in the classroom is still not working. It worked for one day and then turned off again. Managed to keep it under 74 degrees yesterday with the use of a fan and opening and closing doors to other people’s A/C. But really not sustainable. So fix that shit! At least there’s no full moon though. Pro: short classes. Con: trying to get a thing done with short classes. All the kids who were absent yesterday when I explained how to do the project are on their own; I made a video of the explanation. I have to check every kid’s paper today before they can go to the next stage (this is the fun part). I’ve have no chance to grade the packets all week. I think I have half of one class done. HALF. Fuck me. I need that done before break.

In other news, I’m still working on four quilts at one time. I got the bindings pinned on Wednesday night…

Except for one, because I forgot to zigzag the edges of the seam. Yes, I do that. Crazy sewing training. Then last night, I started the handsewing of the binding.

Simba did not help. I did not finish even one quilt. I got about 3/4s of the way around. On most of them, maybe all of them, I’ll wait to sew the bindings down until the embroidery is done. I don’t want to embroider through the sleeves…that would make them nonfunctional and be very silly. Some people are probably wondering why I did the binding before the embroidery. Because I don’t have the creative brainpower at the moment to decide what and how to embroider. Hopeful that shows up soon, but currently in exhaustion mode. Wish me luck with that.

Last night was my monthly stitching-in-person meeting and I managed more of the raccoon.

Cute; not hard, but fun.

I had Nova next to me and Scribble decided to be on my lap and then bite Nova’s neck.

I swear, Nova is the most submissive cat sometimes. She just sat there, like “this is my fate”. So weird.

This is true.

And I know what I’m gonna do with it.

OK. Seriously, today is not a trivial day. Plus two meetings and trying to wrangle the sex-ed packets between grade levels. Last night’s parent info meeting was also not trivial. More parents than we’ve had in years, maybe ever. Long. Thanks to the translators. After school, I have to book out of there to get to the dentist to get my stitches out…finally. They’re driving me bonkers. Then hopefully I’ll feel OK enough to go to ceramics. More bindings tonight (handsewing…sitting on the couch, staring at the TV in between stitches), and sleep, beautiful sleep. Although the dog hasn’t been letting us sleep in past 7:20 AM. Ugh. Hopeful. I am ever hopeful for that extra hour.

What Happened to Your Face?!

Hey yo. I’m not sure I can feel this tired in the morning forever. I feel like my body should be adjusting. I’m going to bed at the appropriate time for the time shift, so I’m getting the ‘right’ amount of sleep (or the amount of sleep I normally get anyway, which is probably nowhere near enough)…but I feel like a truck hit me every time I get up. I’m sure this happens every year and I feel like shit like this every year, and every year, I mentally block it out and think it will never happen again. And then it does. Good times.

Quilt progress…I finally got binding and sleeves on all four quilts…OK, this isn’t a picture of that. I think I finished quilting this one? I don’t even know.

I just pick up the next one on the pile and figure out what to do with it next.

I used the same purple binding on two of them because the fabric store I was at is apparently phasing out the fabric parts and there were very few fabrics that would work and I didn’t have time to drive to the next fabric store, the better one, before it closed. So I got what worked.

They have different sleeve fabrics, which doesn’t matter at all. To me anyway. Don’t look at my backs. They’re not meant to be pretty. Some people do that; I don’t.

So tonight, I’ll start all the handsewing of the bindings…I think I’ll leave at least some of the sleeves loose so they don’t get in the way of any embroidery I might be doing.

Monday, I cut a hole in her chest.

I needed it to be sturdy enough for that. And then I started adding things…

That took a long time…and it’s not done. Fun though.

My bowl made it through the bisque fire.

It has one tiny crack on the edge that will either fade away or turn into something horrible in the glaze fire. That’s how it goes. I have no room on my shelf for it and I didn’t bring my glazes on Monday, so I’ll have to remember on Friday to do that. Clear glaze on the outside, something on the inside. I don’t have a lot of choices for the inside.

I have two pieces in this show that opens this weekend. I should be at the opening in the first hour.

It’s usually a pretty cool venue/gathering of quilts.

I finished a book yesterday. This is a quote…I used to know how to screenshot stuff with my iPad, but apparently I forgot and resorted to taking a blurry picture with my phone.

I agree.

And this too.

OK. My mouth is still sore. My face is still bruised but better. I’ve had a billion students yell, “What happened to your face?!” at me in the last two days, even though I explained it. Shows you how much they listen. I’m exhausted. I still have six stitches in my gum, which will come out Friday. I’m running out of pain meds, but will be fine…really…I think some of the pain is the weather seesawing between chilly and rain to Santa Ana winds and hot weather. They fixed my air conditioning at school before it hits 93 degrees tomorrow. I’m behind on EVERYTHING. In case you were wondering. Today, I am continuing to teach Punnett squares and then going to a union meeting. Then coming home and grading and handstitching. And OMG sleep. Ugh. So I can be up even earlier tomorrow morning. There’s 8 days of school before Spring Break. And one assembly. And a field trip. And and and. Ugh.

It Feels Early.

Hello. It feels early. No one has abolished Daylight Savings Time yet. It’s kind of a cruel joke to make me get up early on a Monday and then go teach middle-school kids today. Should be a day off or something. No one gets up early on Sunday…Monday is when we feel it. Ugh.

I graded a lot this weekend. Grades are due today or tomorrow; I’m not sure which because they keep changing shit on us. Either way, I want it done. I’m almost done. Everything is input. I just need to post and add citizenship and comments for 5 classes; I did it for one. Every time I thought I was done, I would remember something else I hadn’t done. Annoying as hell. I’ll be done today. Only one trimester left…the most annoying one, surely, but only one. And then next year, there will be more. But for right now, I can focus on the one. I hate spending so many hours of my time grading though. I wasn’t very efficient, sure, because I didn’t feel well (dental surgery), but ugh. No hike, no fun. Dinner with the parents. Ran errands Saturday (ooh exciting…one of the those errands was going back to school to get the packet of stuff I was supposed to be grading). Two weeks until Spring Break.

Dye painting progress is slow. Maybe it’s because I’m working on four at a time? I finished quilting this one…except the face…on Friday night.

Saturday, I got some thread that worked for the face and finished that, plus I had gotten binding fabrics for the three that weren’t bound, so I cut all the strips for binding and sleeves.

Straight up, it doesn’t look like I did much, but it was an hour plus to get all that done. And then last night, I had very little time and put the binding and sleeves on the smaller piece.

She’s still getting a speech bubble. Just don’t know what it will have in it yet. I figure I can sew bindings and sleeves until my brainpower pops back. Whenever that might be.

I have a piece at Louisiana State University in the AI: Artistic Interpretations show that just opened there…

Appreciate Sue Polansky for taking photos…

I don’t always get to see my work in shows when it’s traveling.

I didn’t hike on Saturday; I wasn’t feeling well. I thought I was fighting off a cold, but I think it was all stuff from the dental surgery, because it’s mostly gone today (sinus stuff). I did water…we had some really strong winds that started blowing plant pots over, so I watered to make them heavier and accidentally watered a hummingbird moth.

Sorry.

I’m doing this…

But the rest of the messages are more bleak…

This is true. I’ve had two extra jobs the entire time I’ve been teaching.

It’s only been a year, y’all…we’ve got three to go.

That’s the crazy shit. God forbid we jail the rapists.

I feel like we could do this…and maybe the male rage too…especially that rage that is focused on women as being the cause of their issues. Instead of themselves.

I need more caffeine to get through this day.

Sigh. So yeah. Today I turn 59. I have a huge bruise on my face from dental surgery, but I teach middle school, so they’ll assume I was in a fight. It’s a Monday after we Sprang Forward on Daylight Savings Time, so everyone will be exhausted and cranky. I’m teaching mutations. Which is actually usually interesting at least. Then finishing grades and hopefully going to ceramics. I had to request a menu change for dinner tonight so I wouldn’t have to cook, but also so I wouldn’t have to eat a meal I’m not really a fan of…I’ll be sewing things at the end of the day and crashing into bed, feeling like a truck hit me. Normal Monday. We’ll all be more awake by next week…this week though. This week always sucks.