Stormlight

 

We had a hair-raising series of thunderstorms Sunday afternoon. It caught a lot of people off guard. The cats were annoyed because I rounded them up and locked the cat door.  

These pictures are just after the storm finally passed. Very odd light for six pm.

My poor dye deck needs a custodian.

Those hotel pans on the high deck were empty before the storm. I collect water up there for the indoor plants. And thirsty cats.

Threaded

 

That's the rest of them., except for a few that somehow found space in my thread box.

All posted for sale here and here.

I wandered on the supplier path this time.  Two years since I last visited Dharma Trading. New colors this late in the year? Why not.

Dynamite red, Houdini blue, Dragonfruit, Marigold, Blue Violet, Peacock and, of course, Raven.

Let me know if anyone has any raggedy old table linens, cotton, or silk garments headed for recycling. Color fixes almost anything.

The other path

 I'm on it and it feels good.

Prophets Tango was first published in July 2021. Beyond writing the thing, I hardly knew what I was doing.

Now, I'm scouring through it and making small changes. Not enough to call it a second edition. Just small things that I've reconsidered. The very few typos (bless all the betas). If you've found any that I haven't and let me know, I'll be eternally grateful.

Dee recently posed the question "Tell a dream, lose a reader"

From the response, I don't believe so. 

Too late for me anyway. And what would you call eavesdropping on the thoughts of a person in a coma rather than dreaming? How far removed from reality is that?  Witness:

Shifting povs

Is it still a heart?

When it filled up this way.

 "Chaos Leaning In"

Nine

 

It's hard to take in this span of time. 

Some of you may know that Charlie was born about nine months after Jimmy left us. One door closed. Another sprang wide.

Yesterday morning I took him on a snipe hunt for records. He's interested in "ancient" technology, so a visit to a vintage junk shop with a record room was entertaining. I told him that record albums were interesting even though I had no way to play them because of the printed information, including song lyrics. We picked through the three and six-dollar bins and came away with a few gems in good condition. 

Side note - Jazz records, even used, are very expensive. We stuck with pop and rock. 

By the time we got home, there was a big box on the doorstep and I got to introduce him to the sublime pleasure of spinning a platter. The sound from this little portable is terrible, but he had nothing to compare it to. As much fascinated with the mechanics as the music. Fortune smiled - this player has the ability to wirelessly connect to Bluetooth speakers with great sound. Jake will set that up.

It was such a delight to watch him so absorbed in something that was my teenage lifeblood.