to Music Thursday with Alz. B and her son Bill who is back from his trip to the island in Maine. and interesting, someone in the Forum of Jude's Considering Weave thought that the little weave looked like a Ukulele. and at Music Thursday, the ordinarily Banjo guy was playing instead, a Ukulele. and they sang Ukulele Lady, which i have been singing in my head for a while now....so, ????
these scraps showed up. i like them here for some reason but will have to wait to find out. And actually, what i was thinking wasn't ukuleles at all but rather coordinates. and associated words that are on my rolodex, like, ellipsoid, longitude, latitude, meridians. Though they don't really apply at all to this, they did in my mind and i love the words anyway. And it IS about Place and
also Rain
however they go together in my head these days.....and the dreaming that is driving me a little crazy lately, same old same old dreaming, but seeming to be "louder" and "faster" than usual.
so, i came home and made this. It's Zuchini Pizza. It's from a self published booklet of recipies a woman made in Ann Arbor, Michigan years and years ago and it has nothing to do with Pizza but that she said to call it that and maybe your kids would eat it. All her recipes were for zuchinni. Its one of my most loved comfort foods of summer.
i tried to get a pic of Onday's Knee Hairs....she's in the back here, her daughter Mercy in foreground. This year she has grown these hairs????? Like on her thighs and down to knees. No one else has them...????? Mercy is almost 2 and is getting redder and redder. she was brown.
and so we get to Tay. Photographing her is similar to photographing the Goats...something is always in motion. I spent a lot of time trying to really SEE how it's going with Tay. Today is the Third week here. What IS it REALLY, i tried to See, to Understand. How much of it is Her and how much of it is Me with my habituated preferences. To be totally honest, it's kind of a uhhh, well, kind of a nightmare for me....but a morningmare. Mornings are my most loved time of day. They are now, HER. So, what do i want to make of that? and why? and many many questions. Once again, it's not what i would imagine self to be preoccupied with, but then, that almost seems just how it Goes for me. Surprises. Daughter asked me once..."Just how many times are you going to be surprised?" Who knows.
