I was pretty incensed this morning when I checked facebook out only to see that friends with MAGA-infested ideas continue to recklessly use words like “socialism” without (I believe) understanding its definition. And then there’s the trope that Kamala supports killing full-term babies. I don’t believe Kamala supports that. I don’t believe 99.9999999% of the people in our country support that. Charles Manson and some other psychos maybe? Let’s call this “baby killing” thing what it almost always is: late-term abortion. Late term abortion is almost never used as a means of birth control. Instead it provides a LEGAL way for women (and their partners if they have one) to be free to make excruciating life and death decisions when a pregnancy goes horrifically wrong and threatens the life of the mother and/or the baby. C’mon people. Those who are forced to make these decisions deserve COMPASSION! They should NOT be labeled “baby-killers”.

Okay, I downloaded that crapola outta my head. The rest of the day? Up and down but nothing serious.

I have been obsessed with “visible mending” since the pandemic began (randomly, not because of the pandemic). Darning and patching and whatever (look it up if you care). I FINALLY dipped my toe into visible mending today, fixing a hole in one of my fave Toad & Co. boyfriend knit skirts. I did such an extremely clumsy job on this that I haven’t posted any pics of it except to text a few to my fiber artist (among other things) mouse-child. I am not happy with today’s results but I am also not discouraged. I need to make some needle and thread adjustments and get more practice.

And then there were the enchiladas… I ordered some beautiful flour tortillas from Plum a while back. I thought I was gonna use them right away but then I didn’t so I put them in the freezer. I shouldda tooken them out and put them on the counter to thaw yesterday. But. I didn’t. They were out thawing for hours today but they are kind of thick and they were still more or less fused together by the time I wanted to use them. The good news is that we ARE having enchiladas tonight and they will be fine. The bad news is that it took me FOREVER to separate these things using a tortuous process involving the microwave (that I didn’t want to buy when we gutted the Landfill Chitchen) and a flat spatula.

At least I made sure to specify FLOUR tortillas. Because gluten free tortillas do not ROLL without disintegrating. I know this because of a waaaay pre-COVID shopping misadventure. Read labels, KW! That is all.

P.S. Ugh. Our fave neighborhood pub/steakhouse is temporarily closed because several employees are positive. I may be preaching to the choir here but PEOPLE, WEAR YOUR DAMN MASKS! And don’t dine in. Because you cannot eat through your mask!

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