After a couple of hours (when my hands got stiff), I headed for the studio. I have planned to do phone campaigning for Beto O'Rourke, the Democratic candidate for US Senate; did some online homework to prepare for that effort next weekend. I will get instruction in a webinar this afternoon, and another tomorrow. So that's my bandaid: a minor political effort in the better direction. Maybe democracy will survive again if good people stand up.
Then I spread Glacier out on the cutting table to determine the next steps, and realized that I have the tools to improve the colorwork and make the "ice" part blend better with the other fabrics. When I walked out onto a glacier years ago in a Ranger-led hike, I remember distinctly how grubby the surface was, filled with rocks and dirt on top of the layers of ice. It's not sparkly, snowy white at all. unless there has been recent snowfall. When chunks of the glacier calve off into lake or sea, they suddenly appear white because the broken surfaces are clean and new-looking--and the surface from which they cleaved also looks turquoise and white and gleaming. But back on the old, old glacial ice, inexorably moving slowly downhill, the view resembles a vacant lot.
This afternoon I'll do some machine quilting on the black and white (rock) areas, and maybe start on the ocean part. Then comes the fun--adding more threads and yarns, and maybe some beads to flat areas, and highlighting raised portions. It's coming together nicely.
So that's my solution for now. Doing what I can. There's a Beto sign in my yard (if the mowing guy hasn't knocked it down). I will keep on making small progress in my small way in my small town.