Daily Notes- June 2nd

                                     

Not reacting well be the sewing- I did try and press it before the photo.   The first thin strip and the next strip of pieces are new.  The interior is now looking much more yellow.  So I will have to work on the next few strips to add more yellow fabrics.

                                                 

I just don't know anymore.  This cloth and it's extra strips was not anywhere yesterday but this morning was front and center.  I remember working on it just prior to Riley's death.  It's more ME than the one above.  Perhaps this is a better project for me to work on.

My little Class Sample Raised Bed with Hoops  (large enough to carry around and even be useful) is out on the back deck with some shade cloth over the hoops.  Husband and I had an argument regarding it.  My kale and collard seedlings are all dead.  They got too hot inside.  Sigh.  He had closed all the gaps.  I had left gaps so they wouldn't over heat.   ANYWAY- they are dead and I made sure to go open and lift the sides THIS morning before eating breakfast or putting out the garbage and re-cycling. I was up before 6am.  A dream of some big stone castle and knights.  Arrows. Sadness.

Portland, Maine has had demonstrations for "a black man killed in police custody" Yesterday evening 1000 laid down flat- face down in the streets.  In silence.  Appropriate. But the paper did not mention the victim by name.  That bothers me.  I cried yesterday as a Pulmonary Specialist- Surgeon specifically described (on MSNBC) what happened and how it felt to  the "black man in police custody" to die the way he did.  As a woman with breathing issues- it was a cruel and inhumane way to murder someone. The doctor was shouting by the time he finished the telling.

So, okay.  Enough.

Yesterday was spent trying to find husband's credit card monthly statement.  We searched everywhere.  And then- after supper I was reading the local paper and found an interesting item about Haddock Sandwiches and went to the television couch to show it to husband and saw a slim edge of paper under a pillow and pulled it out and stood looking.  Husband said "what is it?"  And I said.....your credit card bill................... and, really, I was suspended in disbelief.  This morning I wrote the check and put the bill in the mail.  The whole house is getting very weird.  That cloth up top this morning and the bill last night.  We had rhubarb pie while watching a Southern cooking show about dumplings.