Chasing blue

The new table is such a good fit. Longer and narrower than the wooden one.  The table Jim built in 1997 needs a little work (Jim tended to overbuild, something  I always appreciated), but we've brought it down to the pool deck to serve as a cook's table and shade nook for cats. They like to watch when I'm in the water. Any day now.

The memory of the color, Bonnie Blue, is drifting. The color was retired by either ProChem or Dharma when I got the container of dye powder. It was old when I first used it.

For years, I hoarded bits of cloth with that color. Always aware of what it was when I used it. I'm sure there are a few bits of it in The Blue Wave.

Twice this morning, when I was mixing colors, samples on wet paper towels made me go "Yesssss. Bonnie Blue". I think I found it, but I won't know for sure until tomorrow. 

It was 85 degrees in the full sun today, and I declined the tent and forgot my hat. The threads will be cooked. 

If I was hot, I didn't notice. There was great music.

 

I live close to the edge to be near.

They're here,

They're near.

Restless love, feral souls.

And they know when I need them

coming through sweet and clear.

I open my heart with blue,

and they all rush in.

music filling the spaces between memories. They know what I needed to hear.

The algorithm was a visitation today. One of Jim's favorite pastimes was playing DJ. 

 I'd be futzing around in the kitchen or tucked up in a chair, stitching, and he would dig through our record collection, cueing up the most intriguing segues. Many times made me make that "Oooo" face and give him a high five. 

He had a voice for radio but never cared to fake the patter. He let the music speak, and he was eloquent. 

Today, I discovered how to see the history of what my music app played. 

For me, this was a keeper.

June Blues

              It rained! FREE RINSING!

That's a twin-sized, fitted linen sheet under everything, soaking up the goodness.