11/7/22

11/3/22

The Drive, The Ferry, Meppin, IL, and TinkerBelle.

A couple of colorful drives to Meppen, IL in October.
I crossed a ferry on the Mississippi to Calhoun County and wondered what century it was. I mean, a ferry!?
I realized I had been singing, Over the River and Through the Woods.
I met TinkerBelle (yes, that Belle honors Bellie) a couple of weeks ago. I allowed another two weeks to puppy proof our house and yard while taking some October day trips to Pist's Beaumont Antire house.
She had a bath before leaving. The man who bathed her Allowed me to help bathe her. He had been caring for her and the other puppies there. He loved her. He cried as he placed her in my car. My heart broke for him.
Within 4 hours of being here she learned to climb up the steps.
She's 30 pounds.
She smells Bellie's presence and requested to snooze in her former place on the sofa.

10/31/22

Dream. 2013

The dawn light was a dazzling naplam bright on a planet armed to the peaks.
Pist toasted me with a glass of sparkling wine in the kitchen. Bombs away, baby, he said.
I woke, choking.

I vant to suck your blood!

Happy Halloween! Beau. RIP.

10/30/22

The Big River, The Fall

I met some characters!
I heard a lot of birds!
The only sane person I met was Jordan. They whittled a needle for me while we talked along the shore of the Big River.

10/28/22

Our last Conversation. Two paintings.

Kevin Shea. You were heard.
Rest in power.

Coffee for the Ammosexual

When I spotted these on the shelf it gave me pause and then a belly laugh. A right wing grifter found a niche market. I saw a tattooed dude coming in the aisle with his kid in the cart. He paused to look at the bags and I almost said to me, Believe this shit?
He was asking his child which bag to get and the kid picked the bag with the bear.
I skedaddled.

Shawl

Pearl is modeling a shawl I made of wool and upcycled doilies. It sold (for 8 hundred) to a woman in FL who "will use it in my dolls stroller."