Cast a dark eye

 Another of Colin's shots from the ramp at Briscoe Field. I thought to correct the color for a moment, but decided to leave it as he shot it. It perfectly captures my mood for the entire day. Flexing between fear, not for myself, but for others, and the rage of the impotence of age. 

When I read about the Worm's quest to establish a federal registry for autistic people I took up a search for "nazi doctor atrocities". Not a great thing to do before coffee.

In seconds, the most comprehensive result came from Wikipedia. Aktion T4 is what this entire administration, his entire cult, wants. If you are in any way not their ideal, you should be deleted. Please spread that link far and wide. I am nobody.

Autism is his smokescreen. Down syndrome, any mental illness, or any chronic illness. Let's not forget biological ancestry. He proposes accessing personal medical records for the betterment of the human race. Look up eugenics while you're at it. 

I'm going to be on a street somewhere on May 1.  And if you support the trump regime in any way, fuck off and die.

After the weather passed, the linen tablemoppers had a lot to say.

The threads are a mixed lot, as always. I was disappointed in the turquoise and will have to do some research as this has become a pattern. It's not the dye, I hope.

I think it's more about the ambient temperatures. 

It might have been hot out there for me, but not for the blues, so there will be some over dying before I let any of them go.

I love the unironed texture and drape of these linens. It might be that the model for the Statue of Liberty was wearing a linen gown. A cloth of substance.

The colors were as expected, a byproduct of the thread dyeing process. Haphazard and random, both pieces have lots of white space still. Room to glow.

 

I'm going to get Charlie from school tomorrow. First stop, La Michoacana for ice cream. I will try very hard to keep this ugliness away from both of us. I'm grateful to Jake and Missy for keeping the news out of their family life. For twenty-four hours, I will listen to music, check on the potato plants, and bird nests on the porch. I will also be filled in on the latest from Hogwarts.