Hello and howdy and how the heck did we get to February 1st already? Day by day Carol… that’s how it happened, just like everything else, time is moving while we are mired in ugliness, doing our best to do our part, to make the world the place it should be for all the inhabitants of the planet.
Overnight oats and sumo mandarins for breakfast while I compose regular emails to my representatives in congress who likely don’t give 2 hoots about how I feel, but I like to tell them anyway. I am their constituent after all, they are supposed to represent ALL Kansans.
A knitting basket with 2 ongoing projects. Different sized needles somehow makes the motion less repetitive and easier for the hands. I bought the red, gray, and black tweed years ago at a sale and have been waiting for it to knit itself, but it’s not happening so I gave in and cast on myself.
This air plant has survived 3 and 1/2 months with slipshod attention from me. When I remember to dunk it in water I tell myself I will do better so it will thrive instead of just getting by. It’s like a pet that can’t tell me exactly what it needs but I try to interpret the signs.
On the bedside table right now is a collection of poetry and The Correspondent which just came up for me at the library. I am hooked after my first night of reading.
February 1st means a new pattern in the Block Studies Collective class. I guess I better get the January block put together. Jen Carlton Bailey aka “Betty Crockerass” was a guest teacher for January. Loved her pattern and pallete.
I hope you are all finding ways to hang tough as we struggle to cope with the thugs in the White House. I LOVED Maureen Dowd’s piece in the NYT this morning – Slovenian Sphinxs’s Flick Nixed! Seriously – no words myself about the gall of it all. I added a link below if you want to read what others who do have words had to say.
Did I mention the tapioca pudding and lemon bars that have been made in the last week or so? Consider this a public service announcement that we are moving away from the heavy, densely spiced, desserts of fall and winter into the lightness of spring. That is of course unless you are not ready to pivot quite yet, in which case how about a chocolate Guinness cake? Chris had to go and mention that this morning, which made me remember the last time I made it. And how good it was. And how it likely should be repeated.
Stay safe out there everyone, let’s keep holding each other’s hands.
Tall Tales from Kansas 
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