Late start to writing. I got up late, slept pretty well, despite kitten shenanigans in the morning. Moved slowly in the AM, went to pilates in the middle of the president explaining how we’re all fine and we had the best response (OMG, that was not the best response…but continue on in your dream world bless your heart). I came back and showered and ate stuff, and am now waiting to go to REI to look at, perhaps buy new hiking boots. My traction is going and I’ve been hiking in them for a good 3 years now, maybe more…it’s time to replace them. If you figure an average of 3 miles a week for three years, that’s 468 miles. Need new boots. Hopefully the new pair will not take a year to break in like the last pair. That was frustrating. I did it wrong? Who knows.
I have art to do this weekend. I have errands to run. I need to finish grades. All those things.
Last night, I managed to iron down the last of the pieces, a few bugs I think and an oil well rig. This is the pile, minus a few that were cut out the previous week.
It was only about another 45 minutes of picking fabrics…nothing major. Then I sorted by color. I like to document what I used in each quilt, although honestly, they all sort of have this rainbow run to them. Some have more grays or whites than others. Some have lots of brown or green.
This one…this one is…I don’t know what it is. Not heavy on anything really. Seems a normal amount of everything.
That’s 126 different fabrics. That’s kind of a lot for a quilt this size. When I was sorting them into boxes, I realized I could have reused some in the later choosing from the earlier, but because I had the flu in between, I’d kind of forgotten about them, even though they were in the boxes right in front of me. Awkward. Sorry guys. Didn’t mean to forget you.
After all that, I sat and cut stuff out…like this. One box of stuff that needs cutting. One box of those that are cut out. And a lid for the trash.
Sometimes I move a box for a puppy to sit next to me…
Sometimes I move it for a cat…
I’m very furry friendly.
Well, unless they get in the way of my actually cutting stuff out, which this one sometimes does.
Here’s where I ended the evening…with most of the flesh cut out and the rest of it to go.
More hours. Relaxing ones though.
Ah. Sisters.
OK, off to the hiking boots and other errands. Art too. Need a quiet weekend when I’m not totally passed out on the couch from the flu. This will be the one.
Well I’ve almost made it through a full week of school in recovery from this cold/flu thing. Actually, I went and looked this shit up. It was definitely a flu.
Yes, I had a flu shot. Yes, I am an intelligent person who realizes how the flu shot works, so I am not ranting about how it made me sick and it doesn’t even work. I also know I work in a virus factory, so the mutations run wild, and I’m just glad I wasn’t one of the puking flu variety. I’ve been trying to go to bed early and get enough rest so I feel recovered, although today is a little iffy. I think I’m just tired. I’m a little better every day, but I’m not well. Yet. Working on it.
Yesterday I took it easy after work, trying to finish my book, and napping on the couch for a bit. Naps are a sign of strength! And old age. But whatever. Finally got back to the grading. I’m actually almost done with the Trimester 2 grades. Early. Luna was very helpful…
She stayed there through the grades and my cooking and eating dinner. Then she woke up and went into destructo mode. That’s the Luna we know and love, the one who earned the Lunatic designation.
After a while of listening to boxes being slammed around by kittens, I dragged my tired self into the studio, hoping I would finish ironing last night. Here’s part of the arteries…
I really am very near the end…this is all I have left to do. If I’d had more energy last night, I could have done this…but I didn’t. This is like four bugs and an oil well. That’s it.
Tonight. Easily. These are very small pieces by the way.
I didn’t even try to pick up and organize all the fabrics last night. I hit a wall of tired and had to put myself to bed.
It happens. Here’s what’s waiting to be cut out…
I started last week, but haven’t gotten much done. Looks like a job for the weekend! Hopefully I’ll be ironing this thing together next week. Hopefully I’ll be even better healthwise than I am today. Hopefully grades will be done and we’ll be thinking about the last trimester with the roughest, neediest group of kids we’ve had in a long time. Plus Spring Break is coming. And COVID-19. Hmmm. Well. There’s a drawing in my head about that too.
I’m slowly getting back to my normal life. I had to get up early today for a meeting. I actually exercised (albeit lightly) yesterday. And didn’t die! Although I forgot a hairband, so that was supremely annoying. I even went to bed after midnight last night, although my brain was racing and it was hard to calm it down, even then. Wait. That’s normal too. That’s really what keeps me up at night. I know they say to do all these non-involved things late at night, so you can fall asleep, but then I’d never make art. My day job would be all there was. And that’s not gonna fly.
I graded another assignment last night. I’ve got dribs and drabs of stuff now, mostly makeup work, and then I’m done. No worries. And then I can do my taxes maybe. That would be good. I finished my Patreon video last night too…the second one of the month. Tonight I’ll do the drawing, maybe finish grading stuff. We’ll see.
I’m almost done with the ironing too…it’s slow at this point, because it’s all the little things. I know I ironed some leaves, the sun, an eyeball last night. I have more stuff to do…bugs, a lightbulb, some clouds. I’m almost done. Tonight if I have the energy, I’ll be done. I didn’t have it last night. Although I did a lot of little pieces last night, I was tired and slow…
More fabrics, more pieces. I should be ready to cut stuff out soon. Tonight or tomorrow night. Definitely.
At school, we started a new unit, so I drew a cover page…I like to try to use all the vocab words (the kids only need to use 4 this time). I think I missed one, maybe two…
Plus I got to color all day. OK, I finished by lunchtime for once. It’s amazing how calm and on task they are on these days. Maybe we should draw and color every day. Or at least once a week. Math is doing financial literacy once a week. Maybe we should do meditative coloring in science. Self care.
These guys were waiting for me at home…a collection of calicoes.
And this one came and sat with me while I graded…
She’s also sitting on my sweatshirt. Which I needed. And wasn’t allowed to have.
Eventually she followed me into the office and hung out there. OK, well, today will be a little high maintenance in class, but hopefully it’s sort of review. We’ll see how that goes. My first science class is like teaching wild animals sometimes. It’s hard to get a read on what they really know because they’re so interested in roaring and posturing at each other. Third period is the same way. I don’t really get a handle on what kids get until I get through 4th period.
Then I can come home and decide what to do with my time. Mostly. There will be ironing anyway.
Signs of recovering delirium…the number of blog titles in a row that have the word ‘ok’ in them. The fact that I don’t know what day it is. Or the date. It’s still February, right? At one point, I duplicated a week in February for our science planning calendar. There was a good reason for it at the time, but I’m wondering if it’s still duplicated and now I will have to repeat a week in February because of that. I had to take a nap after the grocery shopping yesterday. Granted, I had already driven to Encinitas or Carlsbad or somewhere up north to pick up two quilts from a show, so I was already physically doing way more than I had in days, so the nap doesn’t seem so bad, right? Except today I have to go to school, and physically and mentally, that’s a lot more than the grocery shopping.
It’s OK. Really. I have a rolling chair. I can sit in it and maneuver all over the room. I’m sure it will be fine. I might need a nap at lunch. Also fine.
I really was better yesterday, despite the nap.
Saturday night, I finally got all these stitched down…
Now I can start doing random embroidery everywhere on it.
Really, it’s just a plan to use up all the thread in the house. Which will never happen of course. There’s just too much of it. But you can’t say I don’t have a plan.
Yesterday, I even ironed, although that was problematic at some point and I had to sit down.
Somehow in all that, I managed to record an hourlong video of who-knows-what. Don’t worry, Patreon followers…I know how to edit. I’m in the 400s at this point. Not halfway yet, because I got dizzy…and gave up…and went to bed early…but close to halfway. Progress anyway.
I finished the artist book and submitted it.
Can’t say this is my thing.
However, one of the reasons I’m in this group is because they make me do things that aren’t my thing. It’s called Ominous Nature. We’ll see if she thinks it’s too disturbing for the library. Since I have I think THREE more possible library exhibits in the future? It would be good to know what she thinks is disturbing. Sigh. Or I should just become a nature artist. Funny, I think of myself as a nature artist a lot of the time.
Oh yeah. All the fabrics I’ve used on the quilt so far. My brain is still on bouncy mode.
Wish me luck today. Wish my students luck too. And someone save me from a 2-hour staff meeting.
She’s cute, but this is after an hour of early morning rampaging, being kicked out of the bedroom, then let back in an hour later due to crying baby noises, then this is my laundry basket…
before she knocked it over. Uh huh. Evil. And yet, when asleep, adorable.
One of them was on my feet last night. Not sure which one. I can tell them apart by feel…their fur is different.
This one. This one got a water bottle sprayed in his face about four times last night for petulant barking.
Barking at coyotes is understood. It does not need to continue for 20 minutes past the coyote incursion into our sound space. He still likes me this morning apparently…
It’s questionable on my end.
OK, well seems like systems are mostly back to normal. I’ll need naps, I’m still in recovery mode, but there is progress toward normal function. Which means progress toward more art function.
For now? Progress to school. Where that rolling chair is. OK? OK. No more titles with OK.
I’m like warmed-up tea you left in the microwave, a little chilly with that gross skin on top. Really you should just throw it out and start over, which is how I feel about this last week. Not an option though. I spent the last two days at home, mostly in bed or on the couch. Today I have graduated, albeit briefly, to the chair in the office, which is a little too upright for how I’m feeling at the moment. The fever has abated, though, and I’m eating enough food to keep a human alive, which helps when you’re a diabetic. I’m still weak, still stuffed up, still coughing up blobs of inhuman crap…well, it comes from a human, so it must not be inhuman. Outside, it’s raining, pretty heavily at the moment. The big dog is in here with me, because in her old age, weather is frightening. She keeps looking up at me like I can stop it. Like I can stop anything, sweet girl. I can’t.
Yesterday I was well enough to grade a whole host of minor stuff and stalk my students on their computers, shutting down games and stupid Google searches for stuff that had nothing to do with what they were supposed to be working on. Monday will be a Come-to-Jesus moment for all of them. I need to go to school at some point this weekend to pick up all the crap that’s there. Or do I? I have plenty here still to grade: the assessments that require brain power, of which I’ve had none for three days. Questionable whether I have any today. The job goes on.
I am better. That is good.
Wednesday night was a SAQA meeting in this library space that looks like a cell. I guess I’d be glad to have my fabric stuff if I were in jail.
Seems like it wouldn’t be allowed. I didn’t get a ton done, but I got some…
Just cutting stuff out. Got more to iron. Maybe standing will be on the agenda later today. I wasn’t feeling well then either…it was day 2 at that point…I didn’t know how bad it would get.
That’s kinda where my body gave up on this cold thing. I thought I would be OK the next morning. In fact, I felt fine until I tried to stand up. And that’s when I realized I couldn’t go to work. Luckily a sub picked up the job and my team printed all my stuff. I’m pretty sure I was delirious when I recorded a video (no face showing!) for my students, but then I went back to bed for 6 hours.
There were a lot of animals around…
Thursday night, my fever picked up again, after being gone all day, so I preemptively called off sick for Friday, something I never do…two days off? WTF? Oh well. The body isn’t going to heal if I don’t let it.
Lots of lying around with animals ensued.
Some sleep. I read a whole book. I graded stuff. I watched some TV. I spaced out for hours.
Coughed up buckets of phlegm. Bleck. But then Friday evening, I started to feel almost human. No fever. Ate some stuff. Not a lot. Managed to unpack two quilts that were just returned to me. One of them had this on one of the hanging slats. Hmmm. No notice of that anywhere else I’d seen. Interesting.
Well at least I got that, right?
I managed to finish the last little bit of this weird thing…
I’ll get some help photographing it later today. Need someone to hold a towel or something behind it.
Fancy-ass photography methods.
Otherwise, continue to recover. Continue to grade. Hope for enough energy and presence of mind to iron some fabric. If not, read another book. We can’t always be amazing. Sometimes we just have to be OK.
‘Tis early and there is not enough caffeine in the world. And yet I rise. Not in a good way…just…I managed to get out of bed and get showered and dressed. A challenge met.
I’m driving to Long Beach today for my cousin’s funeral thing in a church. Not a burial, not a reception, just the church part. I don’t know when the rest is happening. No one does. I’m still pretty weirded out that she’s dead, but I know this shit happens, especially as we all start getting old. I’m starting to write this in my office in San Diego, but have to leave soon to drive the parentals, so that means I’ll probably either finish it up there, sitting, waiting (churches are really not my thing), or I’ll come home and finish.
Saturday we tried natural dyes…
The teacher prepped all the fabrics for us…
We did paper too…and a little stitching resist…
Some dye for that, logwood?
Pulling it out of the dye…
I unwrapped somebody else’s because she grabbed mine. I knew it wasn’t mine because I didn’t recognize the leaves…
These are still wet…
Drying at home…
The paper was more impressive…
Finished grading the projects…
Kitten cleaning kitten…
Saturday night drawing while watching a band…
Here it is…
Sunday pups…
And the old lady with Nova…
Sitting in a Starbucks…going to go to church soon. Not something you hear from me often. I’m tired…art tonight?
Sitting in meetings sucks my brain out of my head and spits it out on the floor. Especially meetings where I have to pay attention just in case important stuff is said and then someone is droning on and on about something totally irrelevant and my brain just shuts off anyway. I spend a lot of time in meetings…though not as much as I spend in the classroom. Yesterday was a frustrating day in the classroom. “Give us the answers so we can copy them.” “I’m not going to do that.” Well you can guess how that ended. It’s OK. I go back today after a night of semi-sleep (ugh) and I refigure how to make things happen and then they happen. Huge classes full of needy kids. Make it hard. And yet we still do it.
You’d think I’d come home and be done with all of it, but grades are coming up and I need to get stuff done. So I graded one assignment and input it into the gradebook, and then did another period of the longer assignment…and put it in the gradebook, and I’m seeing a light at the end of the tunnel, because I saw a few more A videos (oh hallelujah), which helps me think I didn’t totally flail (it wasn’t me!), and I’m more than halfway through the pile, so that is a good thing.
But there’s no way in hell I was going to get to sleep last night without some artmaking. I did put together my Patreon video for February first. Then I graded. Then I arted. I started at 10:30 at night. I had three to choose from, but one deadline is looming. So I decided I didn’t like one of the book ‘pages’ I’d made, the first one. It’s awkward, not well-thought-out. I could just use it, but I had a third page cut out that I hadn’t used, so I refined the first one into this…
I like it a lot more. I didn’t glue it together last night. First of all, it was late and sleep is a thing. Second of all, I’m not sure I’m done. So I’ll look at it again tonight and then decide, and then glue it together.
So the one on the right is probably a reject. Now I just need to figure out how to attach them together. And then photograph them without Game of Thrones in the background. Minor issue.
This morning is tiring already. But good news about a new show…that I can’t tell you about yet. But soon. I think.
Meanwhile…lots of furry love last night. This was while I was eating dinner and grading stuff.
They really do love each other. It’s sweet.
This one has been a barky asshole lately. Granted, it’s because of the coyote fest that’s going on every night, but sheesh.
He is probably the number 1 sleep disruptor, followed by my hot flashes and then maybe my bladder. No mockingbird at the moment…we can thank the owl for that, I think. I can sleep through the owl, who was in another backyard tree last night. I think he likes us. He? She? Don’t know. An owl box is on our list though.
These two old ladies…
Room for one human (maybe) on the couch. That is where I was sitting while I was grading. I was also playing fetch with Luna, who brought me the rattle mouse at least 10 times to throw for her. She’s a cat. Who fetches. Very cute.
OK, today I torture children by making them think again. I am pure evil. Then I meet up with friends…always a good thing, plus stitching will be involved. Then home to NOT grade another round? I think? Ugh. I think I need to do some of it today. I’ll figure it out. More art before bed though…most definitely.
Oh hello, Friday. Thank you for coming. Can I offer you some tea? Sure, we all want donuts, but they’re not good for us. How about a healthy snack instead? Fuck healthy? Well, we all feel that way sometimes, but in the long run, I think you need to be making better choices than…um…Friday? Hello? Those donuts are for my students. Could you…um…Friday… WOW. OK then. Kids, I’ll bring you something next week. Friday has gone off the rails.
Oh yeah. I have a 3-day weekend. It’s cool. I’m even going somewhere and doing art and hiking and all the things I like. I’m not thinking about the 2- to 4-hour drive that might be facing me at the end of the day. It’ll be FINE. I’m not considering the shitload of grading I have to do in the next week or so. Also FINE. It will be. I’m sure. I’m also not thinking about the crazy I will have to deal with in class today…it’s OK, because by the end of the day, I’ll have like 10 kids absent in each period because their parents will have pulled them out of school early. I wish I could do requests on those. But no. Not appropriate apparently.
Yesterday, the boychild and I bought a couple of trees with a gift certificate I’ve had lying around since Christmas 2008. Yeah. I know. I’m slow. He’s going to plant them this weekend, so lemons and avocados finally. I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted a lemon and an avocado tree. This is cool. I’m excited. OK, so it’ll be 3 or 4 years before we get an avocado. No worries. Next a fence! Or a stream bed! These things are all good. No more grass in the front yard. No pictures yet either…after he gets them in the ground.
I graded for a while after that and then went to a late-night pilates class, which I think I will feel later today. Then ate dinner super late and did some art-related stuff…some really good news on the art front is coming. Sometimes the universe comes around and hugs you. Like a kitten…
Yes, that’s Luna’s leg under Nova’s chin. They rampaged before and after this. Luna is a real piece of work. She’s the most hyper and into-everything nonstop cat I’ve ever had. Nova is still a kitten, but way more chill…
Although she does beat the crap out of her sister on occasion.
After dinner, I tried to focus on art stuff. I tried to pack. I tried to resist sugar. I succeeded at that one. I sort of packed. I drew a little. Brain dump. I think I’m only doing two of these.
I might change my mind later and still do the third one, but it’s fine with two and I don’t need to kill myself for this show.
I didn’t iron. I didn’t do any handstitching. Both were things I wanted to do, but it was late and I was tired and I went to bed and slept and then couldn’t sleep because my brain started to worry about everything in the world. You know when that stops? When I’m making art and when I’m hiking. Both things I will be doing in a little over 12 hours. All good. So yeah, Friday. You’re a donut hog, but you lead into the good stuff.
Have I talked about lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, enough times? Yeah that. It’s amazing the contortions my brain will go through to keep me awake. I don’t remember what it was last night, but it was stupid. Today my absent team members come back, luckily, because I think our kids were about to explode. Or maybe they already did. My science co-teacher is leaving for two days though, so I have a long to-do list of shit I gotta get done before she gets back. Which is fine. I have time…unless someone forces me to teach my prep period. Ugh. Not.
Sometimes my brain is just in overload. I entered a show last night and the printout I made months ago had one date on it and I was all irritated because I had a piece that was just a month over the deadline, and I hate not having enough work to enter for reals, but some part of me made me look it up online…sure enough, they’d revised the date and that piece slid in. Poor piece…it can’t get in anywhere, which I don’t get, because it’s a nice piece. Ah well. Now it has a chance, eh?
One more entry in next week, which I’m debating, because holy hell, they’re charging $25/entry. That’s expensive. We’ll see.
I finally got to the doctor yesterday for that weird blood sugar blip in January. Her conclusion? If it happens again, we’ll worry. If not, keep doing what you’re doing. My A1C is awesome (no idea why). I’ve lost weight (no idea why). And she got my blood tested for the tetanus titers, to see if they’ll have to try to give me a shot this year. Not looking forward to that. It’s been 20 years since the last one? I think? I had a temperature of 105 degrees 20 years ago, I couldn’t move my arm for about 3 days, and all the lymph nodes on my left side swelled up rock hard. That was a step up from 10 years previously, when I just had the fever and the achy arm. It gets worse every time. Anyway. Hopefully the titers will still be high and I won’t have to think about it for another 10 years.
I also finally finished grading all the makeup work I have, except for a few easy peasy ones. That feels better. Today I start the giant project grading, which scares me. My co-teacher and I talked about it yesterday a little bit, though, so hopefully it won’t be too bad. I only have 4 videos turned in from 2nd period though. Well. It’ll be fast? Maybe?
OK, so artwise last night, I only ironed. I thought about drawing, but I wasn’t in the mood. It’s all about my mood. I wanted to do some stitch down on that weird body I did, but that doesn’t need to be done as much as the other stuff at the moment, so I persuaded myself out of that.
See? Color! Lots of orange and yellow added in…plus those lovely purples.
I’ve ironed most of the 200s at this point, and I’m still not in the Earth. I did some birds rolling around and the sky around the Earth. I need to do a few rockets and a volcano, I think, and then I’m in the Earth itself. It’s so weird to do the figure last, but it makes sense if you look at how to construct this piece in the end.
Sigh. See here’s why I couldn’t sleep. First of all, Australia is still burning. Second of all, I live in a very scary and incredibly stupid and increasingly damaging country. The environment, human rights, my future in terms of health insurance and jobs, plus being able to leave a decent world for my kids or their kids or other people’s kids dammit, because I teach other people’s kids all the time. My head was in circles over this. Plus I got my ballot in the mail yesterday and now I have to decide something. (I’m actually one of those Decline to State…wait, I think they call me Nonpartisan now…but I got a Democratic ballot, because that party will let me. I would have gotten a Republican ballot if they would have allowed it. Strategic voting. Sigh. DOUBLE SIGH. Because it all sucks. Every damn bit of it.). And we use too much plastic and drive too much and then my co-teacher and I were looking at this trip to Costa Rica, all ecotourist and stuff, but you have to FLY there and there’s so much waste and I was at the doctor and they use these weirdo brushes for Pap smears now and it’s just more plastic that has to be trashed.
So that. That’s why I don’t sleep. It’s not the artmaking. The artmaking helps some of that slip away.
Ironing more tonight, I think…although I have to pack for our trip and do laundry and IDK what else. Buy trees and pick vegetables (Imperfect Produce, not actual vegetables in my yard…I’m not that talented) and go to pilates.
Have a sleepy, cold kitten.
Luna is sweet as hell sometimes. Mostly asleep.
Nova hasn’t figured out how this is supposed to work…
Oh well. It’s soft.
Finally remembered to post this…
This is Connected at the Hips…it’s 52″ wide by 53″ high.
I like it. That’s all I really have to say about it right now. It should have been finished in November and I didn’t finish it until January. That’s a whole ‘nother issue, but I think I’ve beat that crazy.
OK, off to school, where kids are supposed to be hard at work and focused all period (ha!) and I will walk around and help people and hopefully get some grading/prep done while that happens, when in reality, you know that a bunch of sweet children (I was going to write idiots, but I know this is brain development and society and parenting and learned helplessness and a whole host of other crazy educational shit that I’m supposed to be able to fix all by myself) are going to choose to be off task and driving me bonkers. Or it could be really awesome. We’ll see.
I’m going somewhere this weekend, to Joshua Tree. It’s a 3-day weekend for me, so we’re leaving Friday and coming back Monday. Boychild will hold down the animal fort. All of them are staying behind. We’re going to hike and hang out and go see some art and eat some food. I’m bringing my sketchbook, although it might be more important to bring the artist book pages I’m working on…depends on if I can get another one done before Friday. I think I can. I’m also bringing tiny little fabric pieces to cut out and my work computer…because the reality is that when the man takes a nap, I need to work.
Last night, I came home from work and I worked some more. I finished grading packets and input all of those. Tonight I’ll try to grade the last bit of makeup work that’s floating around, and then I’ll start on the projects. It looks like less than half the kids have turned them in…always the problem with these things. We alternate between things that have to be handed back to me during THIS PERIOD and things that take more time and require a kid to hit Turn In on the computer. Apparently that’s hard. I also need to enter some shows and submit some stuff for a new website tonight, so it’ll be busy. That’ll be after I go to the doctor so she can make some attempt to figure out what happened to my blood sugar a month ago. Apparently you need to be seen in person for that. It’s some sort of doctoring magic.
Busy day. Too busy. Looking forward to hiking through a desert landscape to clear some of these cobwebs.
Oh yeah, I forgot…I finished the current unit cover page…
Fun stuff. The kids only have to do 3 vocab words…I try to do as many as I can. It’s a challenge.
I did tutoring yesterday. It’s always exhausting, although there were fewer kids than normal. Because basketball started? Hard to say.
After eating, the speech from our orange dictator was still on, so I worked on the artist book…you can see that Luna is still trying to sit in or on everything.
I’m not really sure what I’m doing with these. I’m just doing them. Sometimes I think too hard.
But I finished one and then glued it together. Went through three glues before I found one that worked.
I can’t have nudity or challenging subjects. I’m not entirely sure what that means, so I just drew.
Covered nudity up with nature. I need to do at least one more of these…the original plan was for three, though, so we’ll see how I feel about that.
The man as a cat couch. They are lovey beasts.
But then you have to get up and do the dishes.
We had all three of them on the couch for a while…
There is still a bunch of play going on…
Apparently it is safer to do this between my feet than out in the open.
I made it in to iron around 9:30 PM. Early! Kitten curled up in here (it’s cold right now) and I worked for a couple of hours.
There’s not much color yet. That will change soon. This is mostly clouds and buildings and roads and tornadoes and nuclear power plants. Lots of gray. I’m 200 pieces in, almost. Tonight there should be more of this…moving into the Earth, I think. Or maybe space comes first. Can’t remember what order I numbered. I always try to be logical and mostly fail. Mostly because my logic changes from day to day.
OK, today is the third and last day of teaching these stations, where I’ve taught the same lesson 10 times now and am heading into 15 turns today. Woo hoo! Ugh. It’s necessary, but the groups are still too large. To do it well, I would need groups of 5 sometimes, and that means 7 days per class. Not happening, unless we get way more efficient. Or two groups during a period. If the rest could work independently and bring their computers charged or at least the charger itself, well that…that would be a miracle. Let’s hope for a Wednesday miracle. Miracle or not, tonight will find me making art like…well, like an artist. Looking forward to it.
