…a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satiety or lack of interest; boredom.

I have been dragging around the house in my sweats, unable or perhaps unwilling to do much of anything. I can’t even go into my studio. I don’t know when this will end. It is like a bad dream.

Today, I did get two loads of laundry done. I got myself cleaned up. I loaded a bunch of stuff in the car that I bagged up in December before the snows came. Mr C and I dropped off the cast off clothing at a thrift store near our church. Then we went to the Powell’s Warehouse in NW Portland with a bunch of quilt related books. I left with a check for almost $200.

I also did some organizing in my office. I have piles of stuff that was never put back on shelves after the painting was finished. But it is slow going.

Oregon/Washington SAQA meeting. I never reported on this, but there really is not much to say. There were 11 of us there. We decided to meet quarterly, next time in Portland. I think I am going to try to get a local group meeting more often. I went down with Bonnie Bucknam, who lives over the border in Vancouver, WA. We had a good time. She has decided to come to the SDA conference, after the SAQA conference and the debut of her quilt at Quilt National. We are going to take a class with Alice Kettle, from the UK. The class is titled, Following a Line to Tell a Story. She does very interesting free motion machine  embroidery. I am thinking of staying for the post conference workshops and taking a class with Els Van Baarle.

By the way, I found a link to Mary Ann Jordan’s work which I mentioned after our trip to the Vision’s Gallery.

The California Supreme Court heard arguments today for and against overturning Proposition 8, which would bar same-sex marriages in the state. I have been supporting the fight to overturn this, for my daughter. Today I received this t-shirt.

Spring must be coming. At least daylight savings is coming. Oh goody, I have M & M coming tomorrow to spend the night so that Steph can take Jack out for his birthday. It is also my son, Mark’s, birthday. I am wishing them both happy times.