I’m more than a little frustrated by technology this morning. Nothing is working right…it’s either slow or nonexistent or doesn’t remember who I am (same same). My brain is mush from trying to (a) remember all the shit I’m supposed to do, (b) grade all the shit I’m supposed to grade, and (c) shit, I don’t even remember the last thing. I’m trying to type this on the iPad because my desktop and I are no longer friends and I’d really like to get this done before I start the long hellacious day ahead.
Must stop working on day job before 10 pm.
Tuesday I was smart and I walked. 3.65 miles. It’s a good walk. Our air is still unhealthy, but I have to admit that I didn’t track it before, so maybe it always was. The haze is not normal though. Those aren’t our fires…those are from somewhere else.
Walks are nice. They help. I should do more of them.
Working on that.
I managed some ironing at 11 pm or so…
The central figure with her cytokine storm.
Then last night, I got the other side done minus the forearm…
It was well after midnight. I forget that school starts earlier now and I have to get up earlier.
The heart, the lungs. Y’all, the news is so awful. Is the next quilt about wildfires, the stupidity of our leadership, or forced hysterectomies? I just don’t know where to start. Maybe I will make a nice landscape. Sigh.
I feel like this is one of the few things I can manage appropriately right now…laying pieces out in numerical order.
Got it! I can focus on that. The rest is too many pieces. Ironic…so many people think my quilts have so many pieces! Crazy! But those pieces have numbers on them, consecutive numbers, and there’s a master drawing with matching numbers and pieces. It all makes everything so easy. Sure, it’s time-consuming, but look at what I get at the end. My day job? None of that right now. Random numbers, no master drawing, nothing matches up, can’t even get my head around it some days.
And then I walk in on a late-night cat convention.
WTF y’all. WTF.
That’s me right now. The lone crow, squawking at the top of a denuded tree.
It’s OK. The leaves will come back. My murder is around, just not right there in my space…which is hard.
There’s blue up there.
In four minutes, I will walk to my classroom and try to focus on flowing water and flowing lava, and grading something, and maybe the future science I’ll be teaching. Then later I can iron stuff. Because it’s like meditation and I need that.