home

I left Florida at 8:15. We were supposed to meet at a local eatery at 10 for a farewell breakfast but I was anxious to get on the road.

With some lollygagging and disrespecting the navigator in my phone, I was fed, relaxed and the car was gassed up when I pulled in to my driveway about 5.  I just had to get off the freeway!

Before I did, I passed a huge tractor trailer all done up in a magnificent graphics wrap. I didn't have the wits to drive and snap a picture. It was the equipment transporter for the Stoneman Douglas Band - the Eagle Regiment.

As I passed it, I stuck my fist through the moonroof in solidarity and the driver acknowledged with a blast of the air horn. I was filled with an as-yet-unnamed feeling. I'm sure the French have one perfect word. It lifted me up, away from myself for a while, but then I couldn't help but think about the families, the loved ones left behind.

Then came the tristesse. I rolled with that one and let it take me to tears. Everytime I travel, I have the sudden realization that Jimmy will not be waiting for me when I get home. That's a facet of myself as real and permanent as a tattoo.

ACA days

The view from my desk in a cozy, private room.


Leaving for the beach shortly. Hope I can find my way out of the neighborhood. When I arrived, all the local streets were torn up by a massive, ongoing utility project. Bulldozer and diggers like angry dinosaurs on every lane.

I made a lot of Dirty Thread.  I wish I had prepped (measured and wound) more, cause this is the fun part.

With every dye session, comes a giant ground cloth. This one has some potential. I only had the wet studio to myself for one day so further development will have to wait until I get home. there will be soy resist, over-dyeing and be discharging for a map quilt.

Charlie Monday

I'm mostly packed. The idea was to leave Charlie's and come back here to finish. Silly me. You just don't park a three-year-olds energy and need for engagement because you have shit to do.  It was noon before we got this far. I'm still doing laundry. I'll head out when I get a good night's rest.

Then we had a picnic McD's lunch. The weather has turned perfect except for insane levels of pollen that had both of us coughing and rubbing our eyes. 

He was charmed that Colin got him this bit of weirdness which he recognized as a Poop Emoji. This one winds up and poops out candy as it goes. At one point he said, "It had no more poops to give."  I almost fell out of the chair.



Jake came to collect him and there was much goodbyeing as he knows all about my trip.

We will facetime or whatever I can get the web to do while I'm away.

Moon over Georgia

Colin just took this.





I took myself and my tarot cards out into the light for the blessing.

Play ball !

 As obsessions go, baseball is not terrible. I'd rather listen to the radio than watch it on TV but my fellow Braves fanatic scored tickets to the game this year and invited me along.

This was my very first opening day and the Braves & the weather made it special. The team waited until the very last inning to pull off a win and the skies didn't open up until we hit the sidewalk outside the stadium!