out of time

I've probably packed more crap than I will even look at but then it's fun to share. What I'm really looking forward to is the beach, but I recalled that last time I was here it was also mid March and charging into the surf could provoke a heart attack.

If there is internet access you'll read all about it.


 "In reality, the woman belonged to sometime else as she was just here at this time by accident. A slip of the cosmic order had caused her to be born out of sequence, under the wrong stars. She had been overlooked by the universe. In the book of all names and beings she was unlisted, with no past nor future written down for her. She was invisible to the gods, the passage of time and the protection of the stars"

like lightning

Inspiration is the most amazing thing.

Lately I've been empty as yesterday's basket. Several pieces I've been writing had no where to go and the damn epic I've been pecking away at for over a year has begun to get on my nerves and is heading for dismemberment.

On the pretense of packing for FL I was wandering from room to room, picking up something here and putting it down there aimlessly.

 For the twentieth time I ran my left foot into a pile of folders, papers and doodah on the floor in the bedroom. The “scrutinize and shred” pile; stuff like tax papers from 1991, report cards. That kinda crap.

I reached to shove the pile back out of my path and grasped the corner of a file envelope. Not tax stuff but Jim's paperwork from the Army. Stuff I'd seen before when we got the mortgage but I started going through it anyway. Tucked between other documents in the folder was a letter that I wrote Jimmy back when we were first getting to know each other. I didn't remember writing it and the lovestruck silliness made me smile and realize I have been writing this stuff forever. I tucked it away with the others and went about my aimlessness. 

Then I sat down on the bed and laced on my boots getting ready to go have lunch with Jake and while I was thinking of nothing in particular, the conflict, the characters - the whole story line that I have been groping for just wandered into my head like a hundred piece marching band taking the field at the Superbowl. 

I got names, dates, crimes and fates all in flash.

“Flourish” I will my darlin'. And thanks. Again.

empty

a start, I guess

I'm supposed to be gathering my wits and stuff for the trip to FL. So far, all I've done is pile stuff in a heap and agonize about what I don't have and won't be able to get before it's time to go. So I'm winging it before I even go.

There was a lot of procrastination activity over the weekend, resulting in freshly mopped kitchen floors and finishing this long overdue gift.
When I put it through the final wash and rinse, several of the more garish pinks and reds oozed their excess into the white areas. Blush clouds danced across the snowfields. I put my trust in a dye remover from Carbona and put the whole thing through one more wash cycle. I should have realized that any chemical process would not be able to distinguish between what colors were wanted and which ones were not. Now it has the look of something from days gone by instead of a carnival side show banner.

I also got caught back up in a writing project. In order to do the work justice, I really have to become someone else in another time and place. It's completely absorbing and I love it when I'm on a roll.

The new/old phone got a good working over too. I sure HOPE my long distance is free.

looking ahead

I pulled this out of storage yesterday and gave it a good wash and dry.

It was used daily and washed almost weekly from '85 to maybe '89 and looks pretty much like new.

Having learned my lesson by using cheap commercial cloth, which basically evaporated over the years, I spent solid coin on this cloth back in the day and glad of it. It's got a lot of miles left in it.

make ready

Had a great trip-planning lunch meeting with my FOF14 co-conspirators at La Madelaine in East Jesus today.  Good thing my phone has GPS or I'd still be wandering the desert.

The food was terrific, but they could have shoveled us tripe and offal because the conversation and plotting was far richer. 

It's time to start rounding up all the crap, I mean raw materials, that I want to have on hand.   Laissez Les bons temps rouler!   They give french lessons in the ladies room.

TBT

This came in the mail today..I won it cheap on Ebay and it actually works! We still have a landline here because, although we are less than 20 miles from Atlanta, it's still cell phone hell.

I have to buy a loooong cord so I can run it upstairs and put it beside the bed. The ringer goes off like a bomb.

Let the prank calls begin! And heres to reestablishing some real communication.

do-over, again #2000

Somewhere, something keeps track and this is my 2000th post. An occasion for pause and consideration I guess.


Although I packed this up to NY with me, I don't recall lifting a needle to it once. Too much else going on.

I really let the text get away from me this time and a second pick-out left a mess so I'm paving the mess over and will most probably forgo any text. It's the Heart of Rock & Roll, still beating.






Meanwhile, the clock is ticking and I'm starting to marshall what-all will be taken to FL in less than two weeks.  A great spring churn is underway in the studio...who knows what will surface.

home from away

This is where I am from. The power, elegance and solidarity of these creatures marked every day.

Patty & Robbie

We had dinner at the Blazer pub in honor of Poppy's birthday, the year and date  were still uncertain.

The next day  Robbie found a box with seemingly  every letter  Dad received while he was in the Navy.
His mother wrote him almost daily. There was one from his sister Vera dated Feb. 23, 1943 wishing him a Happy Birthday the next day. Now we have the date right. We may never find out the exact year and he would be okay with that.

Charlie Brown & Kitty

Deep thanks to my sisters Patty and Kitty and my brother Rob for putting me up and putting up with me for a whole week.

I spent  hours in the unheated attic claiming pictures from my mother's picture albums - many I've never seen before.. You'll see many over time.

ny country friday

Time for a little quick repair to one of my older utility quilts used daily in this busy household.



 This is my nephew getting ready for school. I'll be flying out tomorrow just ahead of another snowstorm.

snow driving in NY

Kitty and I braved the ongoing winter to get the makings for a spaghetti dinner tonight.

 I always loved driving in the snow, especially when I had a '71 VW Super Beetle convertible; there was no stopping me.