Friday, July 20, 2018

ghosts who came looking


Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies
And we walked off to look for America
Cathy, I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America
Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said, be careful, his bow tie is really a camera

Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked at the scenery
She read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
Cathy, I'm lost, I said though I knew she was sleeping
And I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America
All come to look for America

And so, my  now ghost folks  came  to look for America, from Sweden, Norway, England, and Ireland- hard working folks , dreams of democracy, something to work for, a future of better, BEST  life America.
It has been a brief experiment with democracy, successful for the most part, Grateful to have lived it for a while.
" we are empty and aching" , as Putin and the RUMP marry their fortunes together, and democracy goes down half baked.

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

well... summer

Just WOW, Finland summit, children  traumatized  and lost-  toxic  Orange gas suffocating the earth with  insanity  - all I can say is it's a good thing it is summer. 
The usual dull , dark, moist PNW has been  "lit af", by sunshine and by being woke pretty much- which is keeping us even keeled and less suicidal.
Interesting times....

I can not seem to eat enough  berries, cherries, ice cream.
I can not seem to drink enough gin...
Some body needs a slap down...
Oh, I misspoke, what I meant to say  - "  the Orange turd  needs  a slap down, a taking out, a toss into the slammer".  There, clarified. ...finding comfort and joy - berries, cherries ,  ice cream, and gin.
 Thank you, Summer!

Monday, July 16, 2018

William's garden

My friends bought a mid century modern home that had no yard at all, just some scrub grass on a wonky , rocky, dusty slope down toward  the main road. Terrible soil, terrible hillside.
For the past two years , he has been digging out the stones and organizing them into walls, walk ways, with-

a path radiating from a large round yin/yang - all stones are their natural color, dug out from the very ground they lay upon. What a load of work for one guy with such remarkable vision and artistry.

The garden of flowers and grasses  sensitively placed here and there.

A low barrier of cherry wood branches- the tree cut down from the front of the house.

He built a moon gate to separate the garden in two, his elderly mother living on one side, they on the other.
How clever this garden is - Peaceful , welcoming, and how remarkable that  it was all built by just two hands ,shovel and a wheel barrow
This is William, I have his cigar - it smells like an old uncle, gross but somehow comfortably  familiar. 

We had dinner in the garden , caught up with  stories and had too much wine, probably... First time for me to be out in the evening since neck got sliced and put back together again. On the mend!
Not mended enough to make headway in our so called garden though. I admire you all for taking care of yours, raising vegetables and flowers , keeping the soil healthy, getting dirty  I miss that.
Carry on, without me...

Friday, July 13, 2018

Sally finds Russia, cactus muppet, Downton sanity

A quick escape into the land of Salvation Army store, A tiny Russian lid for pennies, a wooden cow for less.
Wondering when we will be totally familiar with the Russian language- looks as though we may need to learn Russian before Chinese.
This has been the BEST Friday the thirteenth EVER! Thank you LONDON, Thank you UK.
You will have noticed that no one got shot or beaten or hosed down...
A protest this large in the USA would have  not ended so well.

 Impatient patient with this neck surgery deal...takes so long to get back in the saddle. I went to my cheerful friend's house yesterday to refuel, pet the dog, gaze about the magnificent garden.
Fritz has a million cactus, all sorts, They are mostly loving the sunshine , blossoms everywhere, but there are some that actually love shade.
I would not have thought that about a cactus.

cactus you see?

In the evening I have been watching re-runs of Downton- a safe and majestic place to rest for a bit. 
Oh, and Thomas, such a misunderstood , misguided, survivor.
Since the plot is already known, the costumes have been a focus this go around. 

The babies usually come in the early evening, timid but not frightened.

And so begets another Friday the thirteenth, the most promising ever. The rest of the world sees quite clearly. Putin, our president with the orange mouthpiece doing easy work for Russia,  obviously. Divide, scatter, up end, and conquer- we shall see...
Cactus flower ,  beautiful blooming from the  stickers.
The people  are blooming,
Thank you LONDON!

Monday, July 9, 2018

big face watch, weaving , chorus line clouds, and a gay fridge

I have been looking for a simple wrist watch, one with a large face, all of the numbers, with no luck, until today. As I dropped by to get drugs for my neck, I spotted THEE watch at the jewelry counter, Simple, Big face, big numbers ,leather wrist band. A straight forward watch! ON SALE- 25% off. Just what I envisioned.  
It is water resistant, great for the PNW rain, and my  forgetfulness.
The measurement of time  is probably not important, Wasn't it Albert Einstein who said it is an illusion? 
I am intrigued  anyway- time and clocks -  years gone by- what time does to a body... and I like to be on time!

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”
Benjamin Button.

I feel more secure with time on my wrist, 25% off.
My phone is always out of charge, my car clock dead.
No big clocks in town  chiming out the hours.
Wrist watch is GOOD. I hate being late.

From there I went to a charity shop and found  Japanese dolls in a bag for $2.99.
Most of what I found in the shop was - catch, and release. I  rearranged every shelf, and held every object- and released! 
Just the dolls made their way to my house, understandably!!

Came home to find a wonderful surprise in the post from Joanne , Cup on the Buss blog, weaver extraordinaire- Two tea towels of the most marvelous weave. Full of admiration  for weavers- Joanne at the top of the list!
Of course I will not be using them as towels.
"In my mind, the towels are like Tibetan prayer flags. They blow prayers and mantras to the wind, to spread their good will and compassion into the universe"- Joanne Noragon
Lovely- a random act of kindness- something to pay forward...
I will use these so called towels, (art)  in the center of the table,
 on which to put Japanese dolls , geodes, vases full of flowers -weeds,  and other treasures.
They are incredibly soft.

A quick look around the yard this evening,
All of the flowers look like hats for the Royals.

There is a chorus line of cloud, kicking it well above the yard, rare bluest blue sky!

the slanting sunshine casting prisms on my miserable , old refrigerator door, dressing it up for about ten minutes. Making it  feel special.

In between running from place to place- I stopped by to get another x-ray. Seeing the neurosurgeon tomorrow for a look see.
During all of this healing , I have wished time away. Am glad it is marching lickety split forward. 
"Time is the longest distance between two places"
In time, neck will be OK. I will be myself again.
So they say.

Saturday, July 7, 2018

the nursery tree, crow babies, felted flowers

This morning at 5:30, the crow family woke me up demanding food and fresh water.
There are three babies! 
Two parents.
The Plum tree is where they like to hang out and do their practice flights.
They are affectionate with one another, nuzzling and playing.  The babies still have not quite  become independent enough to feed themselves - the Mom stuffs food into them, awkwardly , the babies are large! 

They are also not well coordinated and fall into the dish of water, they sort of fall /dive/fly onto the deck off of the railing. 
The photos are not clear because they have been taken through the window. 
Did not want to scare them. 
After eating and drinking and playing , they go back into the plum tree and just wait.
I am so lucky!

I have pounded out four bouquets and am finishing the fifth.
When done ,will put my wool in a bag in the corner - then drag out the glue and water colors to  make  whatever it is that I will make, other than a big mess on the dining table. 

At the end of the week the family are going to the island for the annual week stay.  I will stay home. I like having time and the house to myself, I get things done and eat weirdly. 
No judgment, no sharing. 
Besides I am so over going to the island in the summer, too touristy - crowded ,and the cabins are not great. It is amazing how much must be packed and taken over for just a week's stay. So much cleaning of the cabin, and the kids are adults now. 
Not as much fun as it was when they were little, when I was not as cranky , and the island had not been discovered by the masses.

On a sad note, the baby squirrel with the feather tail  looked ill one day, bumbled around the deck and acted like she could not see, She has not been back- pretty sure she died. 
Pants, the boss squirrel  comes every day, all day, climbs the wall, demands nuts and scratches ferociously.  
Alive with fleas.
A friend told me about a deer that got hit and killed  recently on the road by the lake- At the moment of death the fleas and ticks moved like a huge undulating wave off of the deer and onto the road, into the ditch.
eeuww. Another reason to not have a dog....(yet)

Thursday, July 5, 2018

walk to the bay, Alaska ferry, stickers and thorns

The sun, such a rare thing, making shadows! I have taken shadows for granted for most of my life- but , up here, shadows are really special! 
Generally all is one shade of grey, overcast, one dimensional. 
So, these days of sun are such a treat!
The path to the bay, with a very fragrant apple tree pumping out babies. Smells like pie!
The Alaska ferry boarding for another trip up north.
I would like to do that sometime before I get too banged up to go. 

By the water  grows a stand  of very tall trees where the heron roost.
My camera zoomed the best it could .

One day I will get a fancy camera.
I am just waiting for one to be invented that does not cost too much, that points and shoots, that weighs very little  and that can guide me out of the wilderness successfully, and be my friend. A girl scout camera!

on the way back,  on another path- getting full of the stickeriest plants! 
Thistles, of course, relentless !

- the ubiquitous blackberry that reaches out and attacks like meth/roid barbed wire  quadrupled , through your jeans -through your  boots, It is wicked!
Makes a great protective fence around property. Thinking it would be good to fence off the PNW from the inland madness.
Ecotopia style!
We do live in a liberal bubble, as close to the hippy days as is possible to get.
Our town used to be a pacific northwest mecca for alternative /organic/ homemade  everything, poor white folks.
It is SO not that now but some of the spirit still lingers.

These horrid little balls along the path, that get stuck in dogs in the fall and winter and will not let go, causing tangles - getting in ears , causing infections. A very naughty weed! Growing low to the ground so that it will successfully get stuck in your socks or your dog to travel to other ground and invade! It is good at it.

Rose hips starting to form, 
Summer marches on.
July is beginning to feel warm finally.

We went to the lake for the forth , uneventful. Just catching up with middle child and family, and their goofy dog, very cute- and very NOT smart.
Cuteness wins every time, though- if I ever get another pooch, I would like to get one that is smarter than I, one that could walk itself and navigate traffic.

ghosts who came looking

Lyrics Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate here in my bag So we bought a pack of c...