July 31, 2025
It's growing bigger and bigger.  

The temperature was in the 60s all day, 30 degrees less than the past 3 days.  It's amazing how cold that felt.  I turned off the a.c. and opened up windows and put the trash out on the porch to air the house out.  I think there will be several tolerable days in a row which I am looking forward to.  

The news is so interesting to navigate at the moment because it is so untrustworthy.  I want to get the real news about the earthquakes, volcano eruptions and tsunamis. (And meteors heading towards the earth that may actually be alien spacecraft, so says a Harvard scientist.)  There was a long article in the town paper today that summarized the last few days seismic activity, but I didn't learn much from it.  So I went to work,  I was at LAVA 8 hours today. 

We had a few more pieces to hang and the Indigenous women show ended so we have 2 more walls to use in August. We designed a color coding system to help viewers see the lines of prompts.  Charlie and I went back to Kindergarten arts and crafts and made little color circles to indicate different information.  It looks good and it creates a map or a scavenger hunt back to an original week 1 piece.   


It really is growing.  I think that by the end of the weekend there will be 5 more pieces, or maybe more.  


We may create a book as a fundraiser.  I'm not taking the photos of each piece though because my tremor is too much.  


No trip to the rookery, no household goals reached, but a satisfying day with art.   


When I came out of the building, it was raining, beginning to get dark and two police cars were blocking southbound roads out of town with their lights on.  I have no idea what was going on.  



 

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