As your roving reporter I present spatial relationships, design, and mood.
11/7/22
The White Album
Oak accordian doors.
As your roving reporter I present spatial relationships, design, and mood.
As your roving reporter I present spatial relationships, design, and mood.
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.
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.
Pist toasted me with a glass of sparkling wine in the kitchen. Bombs away, baby, he said.
I woke, choking.
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.
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
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.
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."
10/24/22
10/23/22
The Crow
The crow slams into the window, drops to the sill, glances at me with embarrassment, then hops onto the mantle.
I've had a bad day, loaded with physical pain but otherwise void of content.
Tears crash to my chest. The crow is watching my reflection in the mantle mirror. I can't stop crying. I am thinking of being in the ER today and the woman in the room next to me who wouldn't stop sobbing. I listened to understand her pain and realized she was crying about a loss.
At first I was annoyed since I was trying to read. When I became aware of my selfishness, I was very ashamed.
Now I am crying with frustration about all I won't be able to fix.
Your eyelashes are sparkling, the crow says, There's glass dancing in your eyes.
I don't have any eyelashes he says, looking in the mirror.
He sighs.
He does a soft shoe in the dust, a small sweeping of tiny steps, a hissing really, then he stops and takes a bow.
The bow is more of a harsh jerk, graceless. The crow blinks at me, but just the once. He wobbles like he's drunk.
I laugh.
Clean up the glass, he says, wake up and smell the coffee!
I've had a bad day, loaded with physical pain but otherwise void of content.
Tears crash to my chest. The crow is watching my reflection in the mantle mirror. I can't stop crying. I am thinking of being in the ER today and the woman in the room next to me who wouldn't stop sobbing. I listened to understand her pain and realized she was crying about a loss.
At first I was annoyed since I was trying to read. When I became aware of my selfishness, I was very ashamed.
Now I am crying with frustration about all I won't be able to fix.
Your eyelashes are sparkling, the crow says, There's glass dancing in your eyes.
I don't have any eyelashes he says, looking in the mirror.
He sighs.
He does a soft shoe in the dust, a small sweeping of tiny steps, a hissing really, then he stops and takes a bow.
The bow is more of a harsh jerk, graceless. The crow blinks at me, but just the once. He wobbles like he's drunk.
I laugh.
Clean up the glass, he says, wake up and smell the coffee!
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