the days ahead

I assured him that there were enough good people to keep this shit from happening.

Now, I don't know what I'll say, but you can bet he'll be finding the news and judging those who chose greed, fear and hatred yesterday. 
 

Which liar will hold that book so he can curse it further with his touch? 

It's a long time until January, Karma. What's the holdup? 

And to frost the shit cake of this day, I just broke or dislocated my right little toe. No pictures. A good cry didn't amount to much relief.

 Update, the doctor was glad she did not need to a reduction, closed or surgical. I probably did it myself at the time it happened. But the x-ray revealed that the second bone was broken. The solution as I thought, tape the flapping toe to its neighbor. Elevate. Ice and stay off it for a few days. Not going to pick up the drugs today. Maybe tomorrow.

The wait

And now, we wait.

I am put in mind of a time when I was bringing home a rather shitty report card.

We almost always sat in "our" seats on the Giant Yellow Limos, those few of us peons who didn't have cars. 

Our small-town Slim Shady sat across from me directly behind the bus driver. I think he was trying to learn how to drive a bus. Such would be a pinnacle of achievement for him other than stealing one.

I was slumped in my seat trying to unsee the failing algebra grade. He lifted the flimsy document out of my fingers, found the source of my misery, and handed it back to me.

"Smile. Ain't fuck all you can do about it now."

Harvest

See the watchers? Both of them dangling off the edge of the deck, working my last nerve.

When I was finished, each shelf was filled.

Two thousand yards of thread out there.

Lessons!

-Use more dye. Be profligate. 

-give the threads a head start. Put them in the (warm) sauce, then mix the colors.

-make the sauce stronger. A whole cup to a gallon.

-Nothing goes into the washing machine. 

Handling the skeins after they've batched for a day requires patience and a delicate touch. Cold, hot with Dawn, Cold, Hot, Cold. Small groups of like-ish colors. Very gentle handling underwater. It's like handling cooked pasta and not breaking any noodles. I really need to film this part. It's not brain surgery, but, go hasty and you'll wind up with a nest of snakes.

There are some very eclectic shifts in this lot.

On my way home from Jake's this morning. Red has been watching me come and go almost weekly for two years. I double tap the horn and more and more, she looks up from her munching. 

This morning, I stopped and she came to the fence. I want to bring her some carrots. It bothers me that she looks underfed. A few yards to the left the driveway is guarded by two large flags. One that we salute. The other, a national shame. 

I told him we needed a joint selfie. 

What were you doing?

Looking into your soul. 

And?

He laughed.

It was nice to eat someone else's cooking. 

My ofrenda needs more flowers. And a beer, some chips, and some cat cookies.

I have traded in Halloween for the Day of the Dead. 

I would rather buy flowers for the late Beloved than cheap candy for total strangers.
 

Samhain

 

I love these little ghosts, but more often than not these impressions get swallowed up by the rest of the process. One of these days I'll remember to pick a wet one up and set it aside to perk. All the small cloths -- and they were mostly small -- are in a damp ball in the tub. I washed and rinsed them by hand and tomorrow I'll put them out in the weed dryer.

I had intended to lean as blue as I could, but when faced with the rainbow, I just had to grab onto both ends.

It was so fine out today. Just warm enough to call up a little humidity. I have no science around this but I think it helps the dye dust cling to the salt crystals. Makes for less dye wasted and better distribution when mixing colors. 

I have been doing this for a long time and there are still ways to screw up, but, knock wood this looks like an outstanding batch.

The only variable I didn't have control over was the temperature which was just enough for me to break a sweat.

I had good music on the box. A trio of hairy assistants patrolling the perimeter of the deck.

Soft breezes with the barred owls down in the woods warming up. All in all, a very fine way to spend my time.

I kept stopping to look around and take it all in. I do that a lot lately.

--A green tree frog jumped out from under the canvas lawn chair. I hurried to douse him with fresh water in case he'd picked up some salt from my mess. He hid in the Swedish ivy which, any day now, needs to come in before the first frost.

Even at noon, the sun was so slant, so sly, peeking through the lattice.

The bundles are all linen or damask. Most of it was so worn that when I tried to rip it, it shredded.

Each bundle carries a dozen or so threads. This different handling yields more blended colors. Less heathering. 

I soak this all up the way the cloth soaks up the dye.

Since it began, this my diamond year, I've been looking at things and thinking, "this might be the last time I ..." 

So, rather than just hit "record", I give things my full attention. 

I don't see this as morbid, just mindful. If I'm the least bit careful, I have a good ten years. I plan to live acutely. Make every moment a diamond.

And this piece. I really hope the colors hold, but this cloth is more about the weight and weave.

 It's another of those perfect, lightweight linen tablecloths. I plan on making a winter version of this. Maybe a little longer with some kind of sleeves. I'll wing it with care. This is lifetime cloth.

It was a big, glory filled day. We are tired and will hide from the candy goblins come dark.

My October surprise

 

Tomorrow promises 80 degrees. I'll be spending today prepping for a first. A Halloween dyefest.