Saturday, July 21, 2018

creating, a mess

 House to self, free to take over the table, eat pop corn and every carb I can shove into my face, listen to music at  an intolerable volume - act like a child, leave my clothes on the floor. leave the doors open, take a nap , stay up late, not make the bed, sing loudly off key, clean using bleach, Jameson in my coffee, not comb my hair, maybe take a shower, Motown dance around the house - holler a swear at the radio when the news comes on.  It is good to have the house to self for an entire week. Getting inventory together for Festival of Lights in December, which may be held at the studio rather than my friend's house.

Stabbing wool through news of the day,  satisfying, stabbing, not the news.

Glue and paint- stuck in my hair- fingers stuck together, like a kindergartner. 

 tags , stars, needle felt, moving on to wet felting little bags, pencil cases,small  affordable gifty doo-dahs. 

December seems a lifetime away - it will be on us like a neutrino though, Time is a trickster.
Either December will be promising or depressing as hell as everything hinges on November.

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...

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 ...