These are the quilts we found after my mom died. The one on the far right had 1897 pinned to it and is frayed. The one on the left 1929. The single one 1917. My great grandma made these for everyday use for every kid and grandkid. I only got one from my mom! I love quilts.

This is Eduardo who visits our backyard pond fairly regularly looking for goldfish to catch unawares

Stanley is more of a tortilla guy. Sophie couldn’t wait and ate hers

I live in a county with many undocumented workers. I hear resist, resist. I would like to understand what this means in real tangible ways before January 20th. Last Trump time, they raided trailer parks at
night and food trucks during the day. What is to be done?

We went for a walk on East Cliff and there were gobs of people out on the rocks.

Here’s the opposite of the king tides today in Santa Cruz. It brought out families for tide pooling. On East Cliff Drive

Yesterdays very toasty oatmeal cranberry walnut bread already toast this morning. I really need to turn up the volume on my oven timer to hear outside!

Sophie and Stanley do NOT want to be groomed. They would prefer treats.

Initial thought - beanbags on dogs Christmas list. Tells self past behavior not indicative of future.

Thought I would come dip my toes in the water here since that other place - is just extra fugly now. We live by the ocean and wetlands so this guy comes to visit and eat the goldfish out of our pond. Survival of the fittest I tell them - so they swim like pinballs until our dogs see Edwardo