Monday, August 04, 2025

Behind some scenes

 



Did the Nazca of Peru have good imaginations, or did they just like working big? Both? 

All of these critters will find their way into my work eventually.

I've always been drawn to the Ancients' way of seeing these things.

Mayan alphabet



And some heavy beads for spell work. 
I already have black feathers.




The word work had me looking for an old file last night, and I came across what will probably be the opening for what I've been calling the Monkeytown Murders. Two versions that need to come together, one line at a time. Then, some serious reconsideration of that title. 

It's an interesting time to be working on a story about how children, who traditionally have so little agency, take matters of justice and revenge into their own hands. With a little help from friends.

I was reminded that the Spirits always have a hand in my creative work.




Sunday, August 03, 2025

Darkness on the land




Yesterday was hard. Saying goodbye for a measure of time while Charlie finds his feet, his people, in school.

On the way home, a Costco run. Those concrete floors are brutal. I take full advantage of the display furniture, and I wasn't alone. 

Loaded up the car for an uneventful drive home. Grateful that Colin was waiting to do the unloading and stowing because I was beat.

An hour later, I remembered that I had to get to the Vet to pick up cootie medicine. The cats were well past the 30-day mark from the last dose, so I didn't want to let it go until Monday. 

Friday afternoon traffic, 100 degrees+, and Jack Flash threw a check engine light and started to overheat just a little. Enough to make me test that old wives' tale, "turn off the AC". Yeah. It worked well enough to get us home without further incident. Of course, you know, I dropped AAA last week. 

A quick phone consultation with Jake indicates that a new thermostat is needed when he's here next week. I'm good. 
                                                                             ☆~○~☆



It doesn't take much to unsettle me these days. 

I put a black and white filter on the image search for the car, and stumbled across this. My maternal grandparents. 

Family lore is that Antonina was only 14. Such was their culture. 
I see my face in hers.

And it brings me back to thinking about how EPSTAIN must be the final blow to that creature in the White House. However you do it, no matter what bullshit he pulls to distract, don't let up.

 I have a bunch of great memes here. Spread them thickly and often.



I was hoping to return to the pool today, soothe body and soul, but overnight, the heat broke. It was so dark and broody all day that it was hard to look out the window.

This was the mood I slipped into. A dangerous one. If I were young, I might become a ninja witch. Let the bodies fall.




I wanted to work black spells. Simmer some death. Someone has to. 


Then, a friend let me know that one of my banners was tied inside the fence at ICE headquarters during the Atlanta Rage Against Regime protest.

I'll make more.





~O~

 


 And, Dee. You are so right about second stories. I think I'm letting the cards take over. 


Thursday, July 31, 2025

Goodbye July












Summer sneaks away here in Georgia because they make the kids go back to school so damn early. It will stay hot and muggy with near-daily thunderstorms, but the buses will be back on the roads. 

We took a ride to find the middle school  he'll be attending. The best I could say about it was that it looks new. Massive, and there are tennis courts. 

I haven't done much stitching or writing this week. We've been spending a lot of time just talking. 






Charlie will turn eleven tomorrow. 





A distant sunset? Or a battle just over the horizon. It must not come to that. Must not.
 


Friday, July 25, 2025

Peace seems small



The water is about 85 degrees. Warm enough that when I go down the ladder, all my muscles and nerves find a way to relax. I wonder what would happen if I stirred in twenty pounds of Epsom salts? 

I have a new brush on a five-foot handle, which makes the daily sweep a piece of cake. A little wireless speaker, a bag of cherries, a pen, and paper. It's the best part of my day in the best part of summer.

I did a thing today. I bit the head off the snake! 
Did some taxes. Fuck you, Forosophobia. 


Somewhere, I saw a meme of Mike (turd) Johnson.
(Because Trump's balls won't lick themselves) You laughed! You know you did. 

I'm digging into the word whipping because books won't write themselves. Thank you, Dee, for reminding me to read like a reader. It's hard. 
Boil it down, but leave a little juice. See it from another angle.







A word about all these Known People shuffling off the mortal coil. They lived the lives they wanted. Creatives, celebrities, known to many...I'm unmoved. Cartoons everywhere of Jesus welcoming Ozzie and the Hulk home. They had their time. 

Each time I hear another name, I think about how the unsung thousands are suffering and dying before they ever had a chance to love life because of a few greedy, power-mad men who should suffer living death for their crimes. The wheel needs to fall on the right names and quickly.

And power to Colbert and the other nighttime wizards of whoopee! It's heartening to see them and SouthPark (which I have always despised) putting hot pokers to his rotting feet. 





 

Thursday, July 24, 2025

Square one

 



One should not one-hand a short case of kidney beans from the shelf to your cart on the second day after a back crash. There was a warning twinge but I ignored it. 

By the time I got home, brought the perishables inside, and climbed the stairs, it was all I could do to sit in the desk chair and figure out how I was going to roll it to the sliding glass door. Salem wanted to inspect the high deck. It took a few minutes.

Is there a better word than breathtaking to describe pain? Breathtaking should remain a thing of wonder, but that's what it was. 

I stayed there close to the door because I didn't want to forget her. Even in shade, it was too hot out there. The sun was down behind the trees, and this little pile of crocheted critters was something to focus on between breaths. Each of these shots was accompanied by a splash of pain as I turned in the chair to catch the light. 

I contemplated re-wetting them with soda ash solution and painting dye directly to the pale places, the misses. It will happen. But not for a while. The blue cusspot with the golden belly is done. 

Her Highness came back to the door after a very few minutes, and the two of us made our way back onto the Slab of Rest, where she spent long minutes scraping salty grocery shopping sweat off my hands. 

I won't show you the ceiling I have to stare at. Besides cobwebs and old water stains, like most contemporary, cheaply built houses in the 70's, all the ceilings were finished with a mop of dicks dipped in plaster. I won't show you because you can't unsee it. 

There's too much of that on the internet lately. 
Smug faces thinking they have secrets as layers of rot peel away and drop off, and they start turning on one another, smarling and snapping. 

                                    We abide. 
Even though I have never been able to sit through the entire movie, that one phrase spoke to me. Abide.
I went online, applied, and somewhere, I have a certificate proclaiming me a Dudeist Priest. I should get a CLERGY placard for my car.


Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Who was that bastard Murphy?

 







And how did he get a law named after him? 

Less than a day after booking a flight for a short week at the beach, something in my back has crashed. If I were to list all the medical jargon, you would slip into a coma of boredom. I have. 



I saw stars and swore profound curses.


Normally, a hot shower fixes almost anything. This time, I was happy to stay on my feet and reach a chair. I took the last one of a bedtime-only medication and sat puzzling over my phone, trying to order refills for everything.  The cops will probably be waiting at the pharmacy.

Common knowledge suggests the cats have it right. Rest. 
I'm pissed that the nerve ablation has been a dismal failure this time. After all the time and expense, there's been little improvement. 

Could someone suggest to AI that we need a way to regrow functional spines?  Strong ones could be passed out to some CEOs, senators, and congresspeople.



I used to be tall. 

This is my summer uniform made from a light linen sheet. Really not much more than a pleated barrel with straps. I need to figure out sleeves for a cool-weather version. 







Saturday, July 19, 2025

We the People




To keep my hand in color, cloth, and design, I'm working on a new flag. We are going to need one.

I knew these stars were headed somewhere else.





 

Friday, July 18, 2025

Home from away


I actually got some writing done this week. The feeling is tantalizing. To create another world and get lost in it. I wanted to join the Make Good Trouble protest in Athens, but I was committed elsewhere. 


I'm fascinated with that copse of trees in the center of the field.
What is in there? What kind of trees are they? There's a road just beyond them, and the view is exactly the same from that vantage point. No animals are ever wandering here. It's unfenced. Right after the hay is cut, crows scavenge whatever didn't get out of the way.


The days have been long and deliberate. Chores, meals, two to three hours of math homework for Charlie, closely supervised to keep him on the rails. My own shortcomings in math blare at me from the workbook. 

I read ahead, study the examples, and check the answer key after I do a few problems. It's easy to see how repetition helps him. I understand how it might help me, but I'd rather spend the time learning another language.

It was too hot and humid to go outside. We soaked up an old favorite cartoon series that has held up, with writing, music, and delightful animations. 

I get postcards from home.  And now, I'm back.





He says the best day of his life, so far, is the day they found and adopted Nibbler. She remains tiny and full of feist. 

I'm awake before dawn, and she climbs on the bed and nudges my phone until I find cat videos on Insta. She pounces, purrs, and scrolls, and I can't take a picture of it.

Sunday, July 13, 2025

Peak July



Colin's airstrip shots continue to amaze me. I admit to cropping and brightening this one because the composition was so good. The original was dim with atmospheric haze. Smoke, humidity. Ick. 

My Swedish Ivy is in some weird summer frolic mode. The leaves are thick and look like they would be good in a salad. So far, the only thing blooming is morning glories.  I'm worried that I let old Mother Lavender and Thyme go too long, hoping for rain. I gave them a good top dressing of potting soil and a few gallons of water. 

My neighborhood is experiencing a strange turnover. Deaths, displacements? Joyce's house across the street remains empty. Someone stole her flag before I could. The house next door has reverted to its corporate sterility. Keith finally took his bass boat out of the driveway, and Bailey misses his hangout. Poor guy has been through a lot of change. 

As for all the new FOR SALE signs sprouting, I wonder if these families have moved on to someplace safer than Georgia. It's always been a very eclectic community, but it's starting to feel ghosted. 

The water bill for this extravagance arrived. 275$ for the fill in June. 


And finally, we've found a new pizza joint!


Breakfast of champions - leftover deluxe and coffee.





I'm packing to spend a week with Charlie, so if you order anything, I'll get back to you.
my chairside tools



And this little bit of history is when Karma and I discovered the timer button on my Canon Pellix. Selfies from 1994.
 


I'm reveling in the basket of snakes in Washington beginning to bite and devour one another. Something weird and terminal is going to happen soon. He's starting to rot. 

Wednesday, July 09, 2025

Pushing some limit

 


Blondie
 Time to stop shopkeeping...for today anyway.

Sometimes these web tools just dig in their heels and decide to play stupid. Blogger stopped allowing me to add images to the store page, so I decided to post these three here. 

But the deranged blogger formatting idiot was on an angry tear, spewing images and captions all over this page, unrequested.
So I'll stop while I'm ahead and my fingers are still working nicely. 

(See what I mean?) 

If I listed the steps involved in posting these, you'd call me crazy, but when it's working the way it should, it's the best way I have of sharing these goodies.

Blondie has one of those skeins that I wrapped on a little stainless steel pot that I found hiding in the cupboard. Still 12 yards just a few less wraps for me, but in the end, a little pesky to handle. Back to the old Blue Tumbler in the future.



Catalpa, of course, from Dee Mallon's novel, The Weight of Cloth.  And Carnival from my own book. If you've read Prophets Tango, you'll remember the scene. 


Carnival

Catalpa