The grift goes on

I am looking out to the sky, and Gosh, it is a beautiful sunny day! We got lots of rain yesterday. They still have the back of the house to paint, but I they will get it done, before winter sets in, I hope. 

I did find something to take my mind of the shit show for a day or two. I happened upon a series called 9-1-1, season 6. Watched it and enjoyed it. Decided to go back and watch the previous 6 seasons. It didn't get too silly (you know every TV series gets silly after so many seasons). It did have a lot of fires, building collapsing, deaths, car accidents, airplane falling from the sky, a holiday cruise ship sinking, just enough silliness to keep my mind off of the present mess. AND now I will need to go back and catch up on all of my Acorn British mysteries.

I wake up every morning with words in my head to write for this blog. With a point of view, a rant and by the time I have enough coffee in me to blog ... the words have left me in exchange for tears. I follow what this administration has done in the morning, have a quiet weeping session and then move on. Aware that is little I can do about it. But today with the announcement of TrumpRx and Hegseth's little lecture to highly qualified military officers, my crying-spell was a little longer. After watching the disgraceful behavior of The Ryder's Cup MAGA crowd, throwing a bottle at Rory's wife ... everyday we sink lower, just when you thought we can sink any lower. Now he is sending in military force to quell the radical left in the PNW. ') Oh and did you see that his granddaughter was selling her Sweatshirt merchandise using the White House as a backdrop of her commercial. The GRIFT NEVER ENDS. The new Saudi Arabia Trump Org resort project. Jared's $55 billion of Saudi backed money for a new gaming venture? Farmers are going broke and need a bail-out because of Trump's tariffs. 

 Torben Gammelgaard, loving the bigger-than-life vases.

Flowerwear

Inspired by "The Beauty of Paper" collection and for its runway show, Maiko collected flowers and leaves from wild meadows and other places, individually pressed and dried flat in-between piles of books, before transforming them into a series of floral eyewear and headpieces. I would wear these.

My anger is red hot

Orbital sanders, in tandem, are outside my house. It feels like we are being attacked by large mosquitoes banging on the walls. They have pressured washed, now sanding and filling preparing to paint. I think the sanders will be going off for awhile. 

Last night the kids went to play golf and I stayed behind with the grandkids. Mason was watching a movie with her friend (connected online) and made herself a "snack tray" with nuts, chocolate, cheestos, crackers ... an assortment to stuff. Then Noah decided she wanted a snack tray so she made hers and wanted me to watch DANCING WITH THE STARS. I have not watched that in years but Noah was to excited to share her experience ... how could I say no. 

The show was so much worse than I remember! Cheesy, big white veneered smiles, the irritating personalities. Not a sincere moment. Fortunately Noah was dancing in front of the TV so I didn’t have to watch too much. Mostly watching Noah, clapping for her performance. And I voted for Noah to win! David and I would watch the kids dance in front of the TV to some songs ... it felt like the good ole days.

My head, my heart hurts with all that is going on. I wish I could turn off my 'caring' button but I can't. 

I went down the rabbit hole of hate this morning, following some Christian goofball that had made a comment on a post. I inspected his facebook, his friends, his wives ... all good, God loving Christians, full of love for Trump and hate for everyone else. 

Making kirk a martyr. THE VICE PRESIDENT taking over a kirk podcast to spew hate and shit. I read through this stuff in the morning and feel so helpless and alone. Then the kids gather for lunch and we have a quick discussion about the morning's events and I feel a little better, less alone. At least I know there is a little balanced sanity, if only in my kitchen, with the kids.

 

 

I went to sleep watching Hallmark movie and woke up this morning with a Hallmark movie featuring a gay couple getting married!

 

My anger is red hot right now. Mainly at my banned friends and family that I will forever hold responsible for giving our democracy away to narcissistic child who loves gold and money above all else. People, friends that while growing up, in school together, I would have thought would scream just as loud as me at the ridiculousness of donald dump, but instead ignore, accept or worse just go along with whatever he is saying to appease family members. Or worse, they actually believe what he is saying. I will never understand what is going on now. I don't want to understand it. My heart breaks for our country.

Innocent art

Matti Pikkujämsä has childlike wonder.

Screaming tweens

I have recorded Noah going off on a screaming tangent many times. She can hit top noise levels in a matter of seconds. It can be she and Mason fighting, or she doesn't like what has been made for her for dinner, or that we have run out of ice cream. But at its' peak I am sure the neighbors are going to call Child Services on us. Which is why I worry about the house being sold next door. I hope we get a family with screaming tweens about to start their periods, or toddlers who lost a their iPad privilege. I truly feel for anyone moving next door. 

I just sent my investment company another "worried old lady" email. I do this on occasion when my nerves can't take the "tanking economy" news anymore. And today was one of those days. We are getting the house painted in a couple of days and Matt is trying to replace a few of the wood siding that are completely rotting. I know these are expensive because I have called about replacing them before. The house is over 50 years old so it is the old growth cedar siding. Anyhoo, I always get nervous spending money since I am not making any money. Oh, the cost of painting my big box house, $9,000. It was $7,000 estimate a couple of years ago. Ouch.

The kids are in school right now, so besides Matt hammering on the side of the house, it is quiet. I hear a cat purring on top of my box of paperwork I need to go through and  destroy. I have no idea why this cat always loves sleeping on top of my paperwork, but that is where you can find him.

None of the cats are that close to me, which is weird. I was always a safe haven for sleeping cats. But they are not my pets. Murphy and Remy like me because I feed them but I am not their chosen human. 

Pixie was my last friend who liked to sleep with me. In the past I would have all the small dogs, wrapped around my legs, under the blankets with me. It feels weird to now sleep alone.

I was telling my friend yesterday, although I have my kids here, without Pixie with me I feel very alone. I think it is because she was my last touch stone to David, my mom and all the other dogs. I keep thinking I see her walking around the house, just catch a glimpse of her and then I realize ... 

 Joel Escalona clean, cool, wooden shapes makes me happy. I made a wooden sculpture in college with very similar feeling. It was walnut, big warped tear with a rock sitting inside of it. I can't remember where that even went. I wish now I had continued working in wood sculptures because even back then, it made me very happy. His Instagram.

 

Chaotic color pieced neatly together

I have been perusing thorough Pinterest again. I get the feeling more and more, "seen that", "done that",  "made that", "thought of that", "been there". These recycled sculptures caught my eye. Very fun!

Damien Hoar de Galvan Instagram. His work here and here.

The sweetest stroke

I love that Per Adolfsen's show is titled "Walk with me". All the titles of his works are sensitive and sweet. I feel like I need sensitive and sweet right now.