One Thing and Another Thing

My head this morning needs a lot more caffeine and a secretary. I’ve had a shower and I ate apple crisp for breakfast. Not the most responsible choice, but I’m in that place right now. I have a shitload of work to do. I’m trying not to have a headache about it. I stayed at school late to get the field trip list done…we have to do them 10 school days ahead of time now, which is annoying. So on top of collecting money and permission slips, I was running a lab, which went pretty well, and trying to organize for next week’s labs and a crazy visit by a bunch of politicians (why did I say yes to that? Because…because someone needs to explain what our kids need to people who don’t teach but make decisions about what we do.).

I didn’t get much done when I got home…graded one assignment (well, 4 days and 5 periods’ worth of one assignment)…someone fetched food. I paid some bills, filled out some forms, and then cleaned the office. That was tiring, but all the fabric is put away, the floor is swiffered, and the bits and pieces of crap are organized. It took an hour or so to do that.

Part of that was trying to corral all the fabric in a logical way. I gave in this morning and ordered more plastic containers, because I can’t deal with the mess in here. I also decided to piece the background of the current quilt. It actually makes sense on multiple levels…I often use similar dark colors for backgrounds and then have these weird pieces left over. I do use them, but they’re close enough that I can piece them into one larger background. Also, the current piece has four figures, one in each corner, so it visually will make sense as well.

So I need to leave in two minutes. Today is crazy. The whole next 7 days are crazy. I’ll check back in with the crazy. Playful Kitten…

That piece of paper is very offensive.

Bitey old lady dog…

Her bone is fascinating.

And the not-so-great-but-at-least-we-got-one campsite for Yosemite for three nights in April. We’ll be fine!

Look how many other people will get attacked by bears before we do!

OK, off to one thing and another thing and then who knows what.

We’ll Survive, but There Might Be Tears…

My heart is still racing, my stomach is in knots, I’m running on an adrenaline rush…why? Because today was the day to try to reserve campsites in Yosemite for Spring Break. Oh yeah. Well. That was a clusterfuck, but we got three nights. In a row. In the same site. We’re old. We don’t wanna move. We could. Well, actually, we probably couldn’t. In 12 minutes, almost everything was gone except for a night here and a night there. TWELVE FUCKING MINUTES. OK. So it’ll be crowded and annoying because people, but YOSEMITE. So we’ll be fine. And we’ll book lonely far-out places for the rest of our trip. Or whatever. The man will tell you I was yelling, “What number! Give me a number!” as he kept asking “Why isn’t it giving a reason?” I’m like, seriously? Because it’s booked. Apparently he wanted like a message saying which nights were gone, and the computer took a while to refresh the availability and other people have bots or alien technology or better internet than I do. Whatever. WE HAVE A SITE. I’m good. Let the other people get eaten by bears because they got a better site. We’re going to hike all the time anyway.

Plus it might snow that early in the year, so there’s that. WE’LL BE FINE.

So that was my start to a Friday morning. It’s stress stress stress for the next week. We’ll survive, but there might be tears. Pilates last night helped. So did art stuff. But I spent a good long time doing work stuff yesterday. Emergency meetings. Managing groups for today. We set up for the lab but still need to do materials. And we have duty.

At least we have a campsite for April.

So when I load photos for this blog, I usually do a quick run through the photos from previous years (I really need to organize photos at some point…some months are totally organized. Apparently November is a chaotic month in every year.)…and it’s interesting that I was in exactly this same stage on a quilt on November 15 in 2016 AND 2017. I don’t know which quilts…I’d have to search more than I have time for right now to figure that out.

So I sorted…

It was late…but it was also fast…

A whopping 35 minutes. Did I clean the office? Fuck no. That will be tonight. Hopefully.

Slightly blurry due to psychotic movement.

Anyway. Crazy day. I need to go. But this first! I’m excited…my piece is here in San Diego! OK, it’s been in San Diego all this time, but now it’s officially finally part of the Tiny Pricks Project AND hanging in San Diego…

Even better, the infamous Diana Weymar staring at it and smiling…

Tres awesome.

OK. Off to the slaughterhouse. Oh wait. No. School. Yeah. School (no commentary on school shootings here. Today anyway.).