Everything in the world is awry. I hate that half our country voted the way they did in 2024. I hate that Roe vs. Wade was annihilated and even that wasn't a huge red flag and couldn't stop this outcome from hapenning. I hate that entire populations are in danger, at the whim of a small-brained psychopath. I hate that good people live decent lives, yet they suffer, while the predators are rewarded for their inhumanity. I hate that we forget history, and repeat the same mistakes. I am tired of living in a world where the only normal response is to grieve that our systems are failing everyone but the very few. I just feel helpless.
I try to just... breathe. But I feel ashamed sometimes to even lead a normal life knowing what is going on.
This spring a wasp became enamored with the faux flower wreath I hung on my front door. You can imagine my repeated consternation every time I opened the door and the dang thing was buzzing about. I ended up squealing like a fool every time, and slamming the door on the wasp’s minuscule face.
Crawfish have been mysteriously perishing outside my house. I keep finding their tiny corpses and not only is it sad, it’s kinda disturbing. Like some weird horror movie vibe thing going on here? 😱
I love to knit simple cotton dish towels in garter stitch, using smaller needles. I learned a nice way to take care of them (and all my kitchen towels) is a soak in hot water and add a scoop of oxygen bleach (like OxyClean) and let sit for a few hours. Most of them are white and/or blue, so a few drops of liquid bluing. Then I run them in my towel load (3 tbsp powdered detergent, a scoop of borax, a scoop of oxygen bleach, and acidic rinse liquid) in hot water. They look pristine after! The towel load is my only fussy one. The acid rinse keeps the towels cleaner and oxygen bleach needs the hot water. For the rest of my loads, just quick wash in cold water with 2tbsp of detergent has been more than enough ^_^
Current Obsessions: The Great Crawfish Mystery™, the train whistle I hear in the distance. Crime Pays But Botany Doesn't on YouTube. Tweed wool sock yarn.
The measure of a civilization may be the individual’s ability to speak the truth. – Ursula K. Le Guin (The Language of the Night)
