And then it was us.

We just wrapped up a weeklong visit with my mom, and we had a houseguest for a few days before that, so everyone here at the little white house on the hill is adjusting to having the house back to some degree of normal this morning. It’s been a busy week+ full of doctor’s appointments and vet appointments, plus all of the regular outings that one tends to enjoy to the utmost when company is in town.

I’m definitely just enjoying a chance to sit quietly in my pajamas and enjoy the stillness and some good coffee this morning. The kitties are curled into circles, snoring gently in their usual spots in the morning sunshine.

The @!#% Churchmouse Yarns linen stitch scarf is still in progress. So close to finishing. Soo close. Like, another inch and a half and I can cast off. It is looking doubtful that the birthday recipient will be receiving it on their actual natal day unless I can sneak in a hardcore marathon of The Wire this weekend.

I want to talk about politics and the world, but, I’m so heartsore about politics and the world right now.

The March on Washington was inspiring. The March here in LA was incredible, though we were not there in our pink hats due to sudden Cat Emergency Surgery. With 750,000 marchers, I don’t think our two bodies were missed, though I certainly missed being there. We’ll get the next one. I am pretty sure there will be plenty of marches in the next 4 years.

My heart is breaking today for the people who have been denied safety on our shores, for the visa holders who were so close to security and who are now detained in airports or seeking another safe haven for their families. For the families who are separated so cruelly.

This is not the America I want to live in. But it is the America I live in.

And so it goes, this weird mix of normal life, snoozy cats, birds, yarn, arguing about whose turn it is to wash the dinner dishes, and watching my country descend into madness. How’s your weekend so far?

About Maia Rainwood

Owner and Maker at Maia Rainwood Design. Wearable art for wise women, birth keepers, witches, and world-builders.
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