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.

whales in the yard

The photos of the Orca in the bay are from yesterday, nicked from Bellingham page. The top one is right outside my studio. It is ...