Sunday, September 06, 2020
Blue Wave wrap-up
Friday, September 04, 2020
the shift is on
If the sun is strong enough and I have the time, I'll get into the soup and see if I can set things blue one last time. It's mostly manual labor and a little kitchen table chemistry, pH balancing, etc. I'm holding onto summer as long as I can amid a degree of personal chaos.
That reference to "One Last Time"? We've started watching "Hamilton" together in bits and pieces. Much of it way beyond him getting.
He loved King George and the cabinet meeting battle between Jefferson and Hamilton. These kids understand the mic drop!
He was enjoying the music and the stage work, but he's always interested in the motivations of the characters. "Are they fighting? What was the fight about? What's HIS problem?" and "That's not George Washington!"
I paused it and set up the scene for him with a brief recap on the American Revolution. No easy task to boil down, I gave explanations about what was happening in this scene. George Washington's farewell. He was intensely focused on the actors faces and gestures.
At the end of Christopher Jackson's astonishing performance Charlie was standing within a foot of the giant screen. He zeroed in on the catch in Jackson's voice like a shark to blood. "He's crying!' He turned to me for an explanation and caught me in middle of the same complex set of feelings that can only be expressed through tears.
"Nana. Why are you all crying? He was anxious, solicitous, clutching my arm, trying to perceive my pain. I could only say, "It's feeling all feelings at the same time. Happiness, sadness and others all at once. I'm okay. Don't worry. Happiness wins this one."
I lied, sort of. I wonder if he will catch me in that lie someday? I also reminded him that the star of the show, Alexander Hamilton, was a writer.
Monday, August 31, 2020
the blues came on strong
Sunday morning started out with two tired old crones bemoaning what looked like a shitty weather day while waiting for the coffee to come down.
Then, the sun broke through the gloom and an impromptu dyefest took off. I wasn't ready. Stuff was scattered all over. Colors chosen with squinted eyes from a low inventory. It got hotter and brighter by the minute. By the time I hit the deck, it was 94 and my hat for shade was a joke.
Still, I didn't hurry. I did have to stop and come inside for a cool down and waited for the sun to go over the trees before finishing. Clean up? Not likely.
It's going to be days before any of this dries out.
I've been missing blue.
Friday, August 28, 2020
Blue Wave
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Perle investigations and shopkeeping
blues investigations
Looking like turquoise, peacock and robin's egg are going to be up first. I used too much of the others to be sure. Reruns are fun too.
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
the Blues
In the moments after the lights went out, there was a three-count before the fireflies and crickets struck up a round of applause and then fell back to the serious business of finding husbands and wives before dawn.
Sunday, August 23, 2020
the silent roar of chaos
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Friday, August 21, 2020
Saturday, August 15, 2020
the way it is now
Just a few minutes for stitching because that's all there is now. Life returning to one of purpose outside of self. I'd gotten pretty spoiled and don't want to dwell on how much time I wasted.
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
caesura
Looking at Salem is always a relief from too much color. A pause.
It's only August but Summer seems to be holding her breath. What next? Fresh Hell? Mayhem or...
Sweet peace, gentle water, cloth, thread, children laughing, good music.
A nice buzz, cold lemonade, a good read. A good night's sleep on cool sheets.
I hope you can get some of what you need, wherever you are in this world. Peace and out for a while. Stay safe and strong.
Sunday, August 09, 2020
watching
THEY are watching Perry Mason while I work.
No spoilers! I'll watch it after my shift.
Saturday, August 08, 2020
saving the day. saving myself.
Instead, I opened an email and was ready to dress head to toe in black wrappings, find my rusty machete, and head out into the night looking for someone deserving to slay. Let's just say it's a long skulk to Washington. I'm beginning to understand the rash of seemingly unprovoked violence going around like a certain virus. People are stressed to the max and snapping.
Me? I was disproportionately enraged that a package sent out west and received at the post office was, without notice, sent back to me because the recipient hadn't picked it up. The rules say 30 days if you notify them of a hold being needed. This was barely two weeks. Hopefully, it will come back to my doorstep, but that will not be the end of the issue. Asses will fry.
My mother worked in a first-class post office for twenty-five years. I know how bullshit flows downstream onto the front line workers who are not to be blamed. This is another wave of Trumpfuckery that should really have people completely freaked out. Raise hell, people.
So, no, I did not get up from my nest and murder anyone. I got up in the dark burned a bagel and drank some lemonade. Went back to bed and slept until 9:30. Gave the day over to a short burst of housekeeping, some hasty color, then a long swim.
There is still danger in the air.
Friday, August 07, 2020
Changes
We moved to Georgia from New York in '94. The boys were in elementary and middle school. In all those years, I've never gotten used to the bizarre shift in the school calendar. School ends in May and reconvenes in August. What savages!
This was Charlie's last week of vacation. Virtual school starts next wednesday. At first this county was going to start school like nothing had changed. As the COVID numbers climbed unchecked, they switched to virtual classes. Now, knuckling under to political pressure, in-person classes will start later this month.
I'm about to find out what I am really made of.