Saturday, September 8, 2018

charity chicken, pile of wool, Stella, and gass

The post office is way across town, on the way back I can hit three charity stores, I usually leave without purchase , catch /release/ take a photo. This chicken looks like it has been insulted. It's lofty white feathers did inspire me to come home and start a wet felting of  lofty white roving.

I have not wet felted for months, tends to be quite the ordeal when not used to it, also when not physically up to it. 
Turns out that my skills need honing, Turns out that this  intended pencil pouch did not turn out. (turn turn turn-ear worm)
I will work on it another day and try to make it into ...something.

Little Miss squirrel came to watch and to show me her  buttons, though you can not see them in this shot, She must have six babies somewhere, busy little mother.

  All day Thursday, I anticipated going out with Stella to the ART walk. Got dressed in reasonable clothing and waited, she did not show up on time, unlike Stella,
only then did I realize that I was a day ahead of myself, spent all day taking care of business before the weekend when post office is shut, banks are shut, the usual hassle of shut down ... I feel as though I got an extra day to live. BONUS! Plus got everything taken care of ahead of time. 
Yesterday , the REAL Friday, I did go out with our Stella.

Frame samples at the framing shop,  the best part of the art walk, probably.
After wards we went to our favorite little twee restaurant, the waiter was new and learning, and he was so adorable, raised by his grandmother who taught him well how to relate to older women folk.
 I left an overly generous tip- wanted to take him home with me   to grandmother him  to death and fluff his pillows. Darling youngin'

This morning I awoke coughing and sputtering,  throat closing, came upstairs and sure enough  we had been gassed.
Mr. Man sprayed Febreze in every room, dear GOD! 
"Why," I asked, "Because it smells like cooking, " he answered, He likes to steam broccoli and asparagus  to mush, granted that does not smell nice. So.... turn on the fan,  open a window, whatever ,but do not try to kill everyone with   Febreze. He bought a gross of it  from Costco, GROSS being the operative,so whatchagonnado.
If you, like he , do not believe me, go to the link and it will confirm the choking  chemicals and the NO-NO DO not use advice. 
Just don't, no matter what a good deal it was at Cost Co.
No matter how stinky your  mush steaming  is.
Also, if you want to actually  kill your spouse there are better ways I reckon.

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Far from home, thirty minutes away

Janet and I went south today, down the winding dangerous road that should  never have been built, A lot of lives have been lost on that road . It follows the sea -  but is up on the blasted out hillside.  Chuckanut drive opened in 1916,  about four years after the work had started  -  was a difficult road to build , lots of mountain side dynamited , which It has never gotten over ,  with the help of gravity,  huge boulders crash down  every year- fingers crossed that one does not land on your car. I have mentioned this drive before, It is one that tourists really love and drive poorly on. It is very beautiful and a quicker way to  go south, but it can be treacherous .
I totaled my car on this drive at 1:00 am coming home from work. Lucky I did not go through the guardrail dropping down the cliff into the sea. Dodgy! I didn't even break a bone! 
Anyway, it is a great way to get to the little towns south of here for lunch and a look around.

We managed to remedy the world's ills over our two hour lunch so y'all can sleep well tonight.
What it comes down to , basically, is:

Doggy left it's bone on the bench, I would have tucked it in my bag if I still  had a dog in my life. But I don't, and that's that.

The meat market now sells clothing to put on the meat.

You can see that the smoke is not gone, Sort of settled in the valley.

I have to use my flight that cancelled because- surgery ...Giving me only until February to use it or lose it. I booked a flight to London, for the month of January, probably the worst time to go as weather will be cranky. 
It is possible that son will join me if his job falls through. His best friend is going to school there now - some where near the Albert Hall- I will try to book a flat in Kennsington  , close to  the school  or in Chiswick, where his friend has a flat- sort of torn between the two areas, also not knowing for sure, if I should rent a two bedroom if he joins me, or a studio If it is  just me. 
London is SOOOO expensive, it is lucky to find anything affordable. I will though. I am a good searcher.  Middle son and kids are in London right now, he is a pilot - it cost them 80 bucks to get there! , The perks are for his family only, not tag along brothers and step mothers. Of course it is unfair, I say.

Monday, September 3, 2018

a matter of what comes into focus

Autumn usually chills  people out ( I know, bad pun), after a hot frantic summer, the change is a welcomed one.  Traffic slows down a bit , the days are shorter, coffee tastes better.
The forest will certainly welcome the  coming incessant rain- but I? I am not welcoming the change.

If it were REAL change, like maybe political  and  beneficial climate changes -from orange alert to a more even tempered Joe Biden or Elizabeth Warren ,  and perhaps a Tesla in the drive, I  might  feel better about "Winter's Coming".

Folks seem more cranky, testy, misunderstood, misunderstanding ,  out of sorts this fall.
Or is it just me? ( no, it is not, just thought that sounded magnanimous ) It could be the tension of politics - a country so broken yet  so full of promise- hand wringing dread, November elections hanging in the balance. People with any amount of melanin , women, non Christians, queer as folk folk- anyone not in the realm of white  Bible BS male - are in peril.

Another walk around the lake yesterday with Mr. Man , he said ," when I watch you taking photos I think, hmmm, why are you taking pictures of trash?"

He could not see what I was seeing until I posted a few on facebook, He said he had no idea.
And I guess that is the difference - how people interpret , what comes into ones focus. 
Like this little  green slug pupper, how cute it is, how misunderstood, as most think it is a pest and somewhat icky and are more than willing to snip it in two with shovel or scissors. Who would focus on that little bit of slime, I would.

Or this plant,what ever it is, going to seed, I think is magnificent and you would too, if I had a better camera. ( still  wanting a better one, for detail and clarity- but not today) Anyway, you get my drift.

Hand prints in concrete that  also go unnoticed , hidden by a nondescript post in the forest.
I point them out to Mr. Man, and remind him of the hand prints left in the office concrete by our oldest boy when he was about seven. No recollection at all for the man- again, what comes into focus for some does not for all, nor should it.
I  would like to chip those tiny hand prints out of the concrete at the office and keep them, but that would cause too much damage and expense to mend, too much fuss, sentimentality is not a valid focus, I suppose.

At the end of our walk, the full circle around the lake, which some say is just under 3 miles and some say it is 5-  is so serene, summer time madness ceased, heat and smoke gone. 
Feeling better having walked a bit, having had fresh water drinking from the  public fountain, yes, we still have those, and having had a good many dog fixes along the way, we are chill.
Ready to take on this new day,  or so we thought, which has been less mellow. Ex-wife misunderstanding, crying , yelling, on phone, misunderstanding. Some one not getting a New Yorker cartoon  and taking offense. Some one misunderstanding the shopping list, the meaning of this and that, Someone not meeting expectations set by another. 

 Fresh out of patience. Just fix the damned problem.
'And stop moaning,' she says as she moans about her crumby camera ,and the grammatical error of starting a sentence with "And", the gas lit country  banging it's head against a wall of deceit, yeah, it could be me...probably is me....yep.

Sunday, September 2, 2018

Crumby crow gift, autumn inspired stabbing. smokey sky

I left shiny objects by the crow cafe, They brought back a shattered clam shell with wasps. 

I am not as lucky as the little girl who befriended crows. In fact, I must not be well thought of at all. Never mind, I will continue to feed the crows and watch their antics on the deck. 
I have had to time the feedings however, because of the gull. The gull is gorgeous , as large as a two year old child, leaving mountainous poos, bossing every body, hollering, demanding, knocking on the door. I told him to go back to the harbor.
He said, "fuck you, give me EVERYTHING you have in the fridge- oh, and by the way, fuck you"
That is just his attitude, just who he is, he can't help it.

So I have had to wait past crow dinner time to bring out the entrees.


Autumn becoming obvious, this is the cherry tree, 

inspired by the colors ,I felted a large flower for my oldest and dearest friend, like sisters we have been since we were toddlers.
I still have to sew the backing pin on , get it into a box and post it so that she can wear  it on her coat.

This is the wool I blended and stabbed.

The sky has cleared quite a lot, as I look over into town, it is still hazy.

But so much better! 

 Stella and I went into town for a bite  and a chat and a plan for when we go to the desert in October.

The holly hocks are still bright and optimistic. Lovely against a rare blue sky!

Soft baby colors.

So it goes, one day after the next, which is such a good idea, really. Especially when one considers the alternative, they say...

I have finally finished Keith Richards "LIFE"- googled more than I can say! One of the reasons it took all summer to get through it. Time to start at the beginning again. yes, it is that good. Fascinating.

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 ...