Both of my kids are participating in the student walkouts this morning. Yes, I encouraged them, but I also encouraged them to go with how they feel and protest only if they are able to say what they are protesting and why. (In my world, it’s unacceptable to walk out of class simply for the sake of walking out of class.) The school district is allowing the walkout. BUT, if the school district decided to hand out some sort of punishment for the protesters, I would still encourage my girls to go with their hearts knowing I would support them completely.
One of Harper’s friends said that she will be protesting to exercise her Second Amendment rights. (She was confused.)
I’m heading out of town this weekend to quilt.
I just used the word Quilt as a verb.
I got a sewing machine for Christmas, and the damned thing has been sitting on the floor next to the couch for the past two and a half months because She Is Scary.
Sewing Machine (muffled, because she’s in the box): Hey there! Hey! Take me out of here! I can thread your needle FOR YOU! Hell, you don’t even have to use the pedal thing! You can pretty much just say, “Make me a tunic!” and I’ll be like, “That’s what I was born to do!”
Me: I think I should eat more chocolate cake and maybe sew tomorrow. Or the day after.
Anyway. Quilting Weekend with Tempe! I took the machine out of the box yesterday afternoon! Let’s see what happens!
Also, I’ll be getting up from Quilting Weekend super early on Sunday morning so I can continue my JOURNEY in order to see this guy preach.
It’s going to be good.
I finished my Worsted Boxy.
Also, this had been written backwards from the inside of a high school library window, and I hope they never fix it.