Friday, February 11, 2022
Thursday, February 10, 2022
groping in the cold sunshine
I'm not sure what's more important to me right now. Balance or impact.
Wednesday, February 09, 2022
A Wednesday suspended
The strong sunlight called me to dig the river basket out of the closet and take a look. See if anything needed needle and thread.
I took a handful of pictures and kept comparing the captures to the real thing before conceding the exceeding blue-ness of my favorites. What was that about at the time?
Anyway, I was about to pull everything out of the basket when the phone rang.
Shorty and his sore throat needed to be fetched from school. It was a good day to watch a lot of Larva and We Bare Bears. I drew the line at Pinky Malinky. They talk too much.
I am so glad to be able to do this.
Sunday, February 06, 2022
spring cleaning
This tray got more consideration, beautiful blank slate that it is. Got a thorough cleaning for the first time in memory. Jude, you may have had one like it. At SVA, a painting teacher encouraged us to get this large enamel tray and give up the romantic notion of the quaint wooden pallette with a hole in it for your thumb. He was right.
This tool has Served valiantly. Beyond art, it has brought meals to bedsides and even did a short stint as a sled. Now I think of it as the Make Tray. Yesterday it staged a Lego project.
Nothing moves me. Yet.