Yesterday found me in a funk (Sunday that is). Perhaps I spent too much time vegging with sick Mia. The parents picked them up in the morning. I went for a nice long walk while Steve was still at church. In the afternoon, we went to Obama’s headquarters to get some training in voter registration. The training was: here is your clipboard, here are the forms, here is a pen, get out there and register some voters. I was not prepared to spend 2 or 3 hours in the hot sun (it was still pretty hot in the late afternoon) so I begged off until another time. I think I will try the Farmer’s Market on Wednesday, if I have time. Mr C went to the nearby Trader Joe’s, with his Obama emblem and clipboard. He got thumbs up from the TJ crew. He stayed for 2 and half hours and registered 7 people!! One African American gentleman said he had not voted in 20 years. They were blown away by his success at the headquarters. I am very proud of him. We have decided that this election has taken a turn that requires action. This may be our last chance to save this country.
While he was gone, we had a 2 hour power outage so I couldn’t get out of the garage to do my grocery shopping until 6:30. I sat on the porch and read.
Anyway, I am feeling better today. I saw my dermatologist this morning. I had to have one little zapping on my upper forehead where I forget to put sunscreen. The good news is that I don’t have to go back for a year!!
This afternoon, I got busy in the studio. I was going to work on the 12 X 12 challenge, but I got sidetracked. I put 2 of my Liz Berg class studies together to make this piece that I call Line Dances.
Do you like that orientation or this one?
Someone requested that I let you know the size of my pieces. This one is 10″ X 15.” The Black and Red Construction piece is 10 1/2″ X 12″.
Tonight was Back to School night, as our EFM class restarted. It was good to spend time with our friends. Next week, we start on the Middle Ages — a dark time in church history.
I am looking forward to some quality time in the studio tomorrow. And look, the farm is still thriving.