Crazy, Scary

It was gloomy and wet cold this morning. That's what the bananas looked like. Although we have only gotten light frosts so far, the bananas do not like temperatures even that low and so have closed up shop for the winter. They will be back next spring, sending up the shoots that have been resting and waiting for the heat and light to beckon them back. 

I had a late bloom that had started making babies which I did not even notice until the fronds went dry and brown. 

This afternoon I picked up Levon and August from school and took them home where they had snacks waiting. Tiny bags of Pokemon crackers, nutella dips, and muffins I made last night. They were so happy. They played on the trampoline and for the rest of the time we mostly watched silly videos of Lucky Things That Happened which is a collection of rather horrifying situations where people missed sure death by a hair's breadth, whether by lightening or a truck falling on them or hitting their heads on the side of a pool. 
Dear god. 

They love things like that, even as I hate them.  

We also looked at pictures of cotton flannel. It is time for me to make Levon's name blanket. He is the only grandchild who still does not have one and he's right around the age where I usually give them their blanket. For those of you who are new or newish around here, name blankets are a sort of very simple flannel quilt that I made for all of my children and now my grandchildren with, obviously, their names on them. I don't have time to make Levon's before Christmas but today I asked him what sort of flannel print he would like his blanket to be made of. 

"Pokemon," he said. 
"No," I told him. I am not making you a Pokemon name blanket." I am so mean. 

So we looked online at different patterns and here's the one he liked the best.

It's called "Celestial" and I gave him my complete approval. It's rather cool, I think, with the gold and purple, the moons and stars, the planets and astrological signs. I might go ahead and order some of that. 

I found another print that I love so much I am thinking of ordering some to make myself a quilt. 

"You can't get that," August said. "You don't have chickens anymore."

"Yes," I said. "But I still love them." And I do. 
The boys suggested that it would be very cool if chickens could be taught to sew and could make the quilt for me. Levon demonstrated how this would work, pretending to peck, peck, peck, the needle and thread through the cloth. I laughed so hard. 

And so that's been most of my day and I've just gotten home and don't have the time to answer comments which I do not like. It means a great deal to me to answer comments. Perhaps I'll have time to go back and answer them later. 

And one more thing before I go make our supper.

Y'all. I am fucking scared to death about the direction our nation is heading in. Hell, at this point, we're not just heading in a direction, we're on the fast lane to being a fascist country where the rights of anyone but cisgendered white Christian males are neither recognized nor legalized. This last incident in Texas where a judge ruled that a woman could indeed get an abortion for a pregnancy that threatened her life and where the outcome of the fetus was absolutely not conducive to life and then, the fucking supreme court of the state reversed that decision was too scary to believe. And yet, it is true. 

I'm reading an article in the New Yorker about a group called Alliance Defending Freedom.

And in short, I am scared shitless. The Supreme Court is in entirely in their pocket and they will not stop until they achieved their evil goals or the comet hits the earth. 

At this point in time, I'm thinking the comet has a better chance of stopping them. 

More tomorrow.

Love...Ms. Moon