Wednesday, June 29, 2022
Sunday, June 26, 2022
I have resolved to stop taking poison, knowing how I plan to help those who need camping gear or assistance.
Also, I've been invited to participate in a local gallery event! Time to see what's still in the closet.
Charlie is home! And I swear he grew two inches in two weeks. While he was away, his Mom and Dad spent every free moment redoing his room from ceiling fan to flooring. This room had the dark green walls and carpet that Jake chose as a teenager. Change was past due.
He's a bit overwhelmed.
Saturday, June 25, 2022
I have been mostly lost for words this past twenty-four hours. Lots of cursing. A fury that would frighten civilized people if I were to describe the details. My right hand has been aching; the two knuckles that I broke on a man’s forehead when he put his hand up under my dress as I climbed the stairs in the subway. There are other things I can’t speak of. Statute of limitations stuff.
I have ongoing heartburn, headaches, and something I can only describe as the ghost of monthly cramps. But underlying all of these is anxiety. Dread. A feeling of being penned in with a clock ticking in the background. The fear peaks, the fury returns, I want to break things, and again, I remind myself that the Buddha said holding on to hate is like taking poison and expecting the other person to die.
All of this adds up to what I suspect is a kind of PTSD that women who have had abortions might be experiencing now in light of what that orange shitbag has bought and paid for - “his” puppet supreme court judges. He’ll be bragging about it any second now.
It was hard enough to make those choices so many years ago when it was legal.
Now, all I can do is vote the bastards out and drive. I will drive Georgia campers to the nearest camping-friendly state. No praying. I’ve never been more sure that there is no god running things. The only godlike thing there is - is the energy, the fire we have inside to make sure this gets corrected. That women have autonomy over their bodies and their health.
Wednesday, June 22, 2022
Saturday, June 18, 2022
Friday, June 17, 2022
Wednesday, June 15, 2022
a clutch of new threads. Up in the closet with several yards of linen still waiting for color. The ones that I wound up on cardboard bobbins before I threw in the towel on that. I'm still sending the bobbins along with the skeins. This time, you get to see the magic when the threads reorganize.
As you can see, there is plenty to go around. Cloth too.
As much as I whine here about the temps being just right for dyeing, there are limits. It's supposed to be 102 by noon today. You'll know where to find me.
Sunday, June 12, 2022
...is away on an adventure one state away. He's visiting with friends of the family for two weeks. Catching up with his best bud since pre-K.
I sent along some stamped, self-addressed envelopes and told him we would love to get letters. I'm not all that hopeful. Multiplication table practice was also suspended, but I suspect that might be something Maddie might push him on. Make a competition of it.
The quiet and solitude are shocking. The cat crew looks at me with pity as I talk to them. But, alone in the pool today? Heavenly.
Looking forward to driving with the devil and the rock&roll turned up LOUD tomorrow.