Dancing Stars Quilt

This morning as I was  reading skimming the news for something good, it arrived in the form of a text. Megan's baby, a boy, was born three days ago. I was happy to put down the paper  and  embroider his name and date of birth on the back of the quilt. I couldn't help thinking as I put in the date, How many times in your lifetime will you have to repeat your date of birth to some stranger who must cross check it with some database before giving you your prescription, or the information they already called about but wouldn't leave on your voicemail, or for that matter even let you in the door? You probably already have a plastic bracelet they put on your ankle five seconds after you were born which your mother will lovingly put into your baby book. You will hardly need a reminder on a baby blanket....I wonder how many people will remember, years from now, that you were born on the day the sky turned red at noon?
But, old fashioned as it is, I like the idea, which I got from a hand made baby blanket which was given to me when I was born and saved by my mother for many years.

The air quality has improved a lot so Peter came over to blow the ashes off the solar panels on the roof. It will take more than a blower to remove most of them. We chatted with him about the difficulty of getting the classes he needs to graduate from UC Santa Barbara even though they are all online. I told him I had the same problems and frustrations  50 years ago when trying to get the classes I needed to graduate from UC Berkeley. Some things never change, or at least some aspects of some things....

I ventured outside and sat on the porch for a few minutes this morning and took the picture in extras of vultures circling in the same location  where they should have been circling in my picture of  Wednesday's apocalyptic sky just to complete the doomsday image. They had more sense than to fly around in that stuff.

As I sat on the couch remembering how to embroider again, I mused about how It feels as if my mind  and body are living separate lives. My body is so tired that it is an effort merely to summon the energy to do necessary tasks, but my mind won't rest. It's a strange and not very relaxing state of being. I should be grateful that subsiding onto the couch is coming easily since there isn't much else to be done at the moment. I just wish my mind would join it there. I don't like the feeling of synapses flying uncontrollably into outer space!

Ozzie and John don't seem to have the same problem as I listen to both of them gently snoring in a quiet house....