Sunday, July 27, 2014
There's been a pile of cloth crusty with soda ash sitting on the deck for a few weeks.
Who knew that the soda ash would eat holes in the aluminum tub?
It was in the mid eighties by ten this morning so I pulled the colors out of hiding and called the dyefest to order.
I'm going to leave this lot out in the sun for the next day or so. A lot of other things are pressing...updates as they happen.
Friday, July 25, 2014
|The Vigil Cloth 2013
|Seth Says 2013
A friend I've never met is facing the end of her journey here.
A child I've yet to meet is getting ready to join life's party.
It's all so full that for once in my life I am without the right words and will just remain on full receive and pay close attention for the duration.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Sunday, July 20, 2014
The mailbox garden which was wiped out at it's peak back in the middle of May, has come back in a wild way. The flat of marigold that I put in just to cover the bare dirt has been overwhelmed by the seed started morning glories, nasturtiums, Lantana and this gorgeous sunflower. Wild and undisciplined. The way I like it.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
We had a night of deep sleeping temperatures for the first time in ages last night after I got home from an evening with a different writing group. Different folks and slant. Nice bunch and luckily I won't have to choose between the two groups as they meet on opposite weeks.
I got my car back from the dealer this morning prettier than it's been in years. Drove it to the park where I put in a fast mile and then drove the long way for some provisioning. That span of time gave me the bones of a scene that I have been sneaking up on..the Money Shot they call it in the film world. Some pool time too.
Then I got an email from Bubbles reminding me that Fierce is expected at a show at the end of summer...best get back into it soon.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
They have suddenly discovered that I am violating terms of service by parking files on their server that are not part of the website that they host for me. Funny. I thought I was renting the space on a monthly basis.
Without prior notice they have relocated them to some other place that I have to access with some esoteric app and imaginary keys.
Many of these files are pictures of family and friends that I have scanned, all other manner of digital files...
A letter has been written. Hopefully, gracious action will be taken on their part.
Lesson...don't get to comfy with the web. Don't take it for granted. If something really matters to you, make sure you can hold it in your two hands.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
I don't always get the little heart leap that I used to get when I saw it parked in the driveway as I made the turn onto our block: or if I saw one like it on the highway where the white Ford F150 rules the road, at least here in Georgia. It's more a touchstone now. I'm looking forward to driving it once it's ready, but there's no hurry.
Last Saturday, my car was damaged in a minor wreck and Monday I'll be handing it over to the repair shop - the other driver's insurance company is picking up the tab for the fix and a rental for me for the duration. I really wanted a convertible, but couldn't talk Enterprise into bringing one up from the airport location for me.
Not much from me on the fiber front. Charlie's quilt is nearly finished and good thing too, the baby shower is today and there's another tomorrow. Pictures when it's properly finished. Mostly what I have been up to is here
Sunday, July 06, 2014
The baby showers are bearing down on me so I kicked the quilt making into high gear. The hand work - nothing fancy, just some very utilitarian stitch-in-the-ditch, felt good. A mild mind altering drug.
It puts me in a place of no think to the point that I have to double check where I am at every corner's turn. Don't want to wander off course on this one.
This is where the real high comes from. The writing space. After a week of not writing (or doing much of anything but taking an extended wallow in sorrow and self- pity) I was asked to write a deposition for a custody case.
I was given the facts, the groundwork for the piece, and from there I swung for the fences and it looks like my words may have made the difference for the clients.
While I was writing it, I found myself in a place of strength and competence that I had forgotten about and it felt good. Felt like high test juice. Felt like something I need to do every day like any good junkie.