Wandering

 Home to the family, friends and feel of New York.

Picking up threads

 

Now I have to write the reading for this new Tarot spread. I suppose I could change the cards to suit the story, but I have to honor the cards.

Both stories, books, are flexing. 

Reaching: Kensico Dam, NYC water history, horses from Basque, WW2 timeline, history international ASL, coconut oil and (which?) herbs.

See how it can take you?

Shop Update 10/15

I'm packing to fly again, so if you order in the next few days, I'll get everything to the post office by Wednesday. After that, it might be a while.

The more I look at Liberace, the more I'm inclined to keep it, but, no. All I have to do is look in the thread box to know I've already been greedy this season.

Those hearts. Our hearts. Their hearts.

I've added another dozen sets scattered in both thread pages. 

Waiting for word that a packaging/shipping scheme might make overseas orders possible. I will post as soon as I hear.

In the meantime, new dirty thread sets: Here & Here.

I took the new vaccine yesterday. Zero side effects. Take care of yourself and your beloveds.

Witness

I am so grateful to have had this week with him. 

Although we did our best, we were both a little brittle around the edges because of the war. His understanding is limited, but kids talk, and not many of them have any useful answers.

I had very few.

Can you imagine this through a child's eyes?

"What did I do?"

 I don't want to capitalize it or name it. I don't want it to take over our lives here the way 9/11 did. Everywhere I look - (even though I don't want to) I see desperate emotions boiling over. This is not Hollywood, people. That's real blood and flesh on that sidewalk.

So we talked about literature. The merits of a series over a serial. (Thanks, kid). Why spelling shouldn't matter. And for that matter, why learn to type when you can speak and the phone or tablet turns your words to text with very few typos.

We struggled with the mind-numbing rote of the multiplication tables. Uncovered my weaknesses. (I did not become confident with arithmetic and a little algebra until Jake learned it. Really. I can keep a checkbook, Amen.)

We emailed each other from opposite ends of the house.

We learned more about odds and more math playing poker and Scrabble. We got some air and sunshine. 

Cooked some wicked spaghetti and meatballs. 

We watched the Braves implode and my spirit animal fell off his perch. 

Things that kids everywhere would do. Goof off with Nana while she snuck in some education.

He could be Israeli.

He could be Palestinian.

He could be Ukrainian

He could be Russian,

He could be American.

All of them. Children.

 

He likes this one best. It's the Man of Mystery. 

Today, there are seventy-four years between us. We put the numbers on paper. He said, "That's not possible!"

Sweet duty

 

I'll be up here in the country with Charlie for a week. Since school started for him early in August, the district set a Fall break in October. Sensible. Year-round school would be really sensible, but goddess forgive the American school system should make any sense.

I pulled over to chat and take pictures of some of the neighbors. They were uninterested. The field they are in looks parched but the green grass has actually just been harvested. They are snacking on the leftovers. I'm fascinated with the gray cows and the herd of donkeys that run with this bunch. I'll try to get a better picture. Grace, I'm jealous of your Click to enlarge. 

   
  

 This took a bit of doing, but we figured it out.

I took him to the high school to ride his razor in a huge sloped parking lot and we did a little crime scene art before we left.

As I was finishing up a man pulled in to ask if we needed help. Nice of him!

Charlie needs math practice because there's no avoiding that math is everywhere. Especially when I'm driving.

Later, we played Scrabble. Keeping score is mathwork. 

In all my years of playing cards, I have never seen a hand like this and I was the dealer. Fortunately, he's not gotten a firm grip on raising. I told him in a cowboy saloon, this would be a dead man's hand!

On a serious note, he has a lot of questions about the conflict in the Middle East and I do not have enough answers. I have to do some reading. The situation is complicated and ugly on both sides.

What I do know is that Israel and I were born in the same year. 

In the Yom Kippur War of 1973, my husband Jim was an 18-year-old paratrooper in the 82nd Airborne. He said they were loaded onto a huge transport plane geared for battle. No one knew where they were going. They flew around in circles going nowhere for what seemed like days (they ate all their C rations) and then were brought back to base. Apparently, the US was poised to intercede in that war, most likely without any public notice.

 I wouldn't be surprised if something similar was happening right now.