windthread

still

 

i'd put it out of my mind for a week,  let self forget,  but today...ok....there's still things to do at the Old Cowboy's house.  Still Stuff.   The realtor woman would like it empty in another week or so.   I loaded the truck for the Thrift Shop Final Run.   Done.  and she said,  once the sign goes up,  anything outside is fair game.  To take the yard furniture if i was intending to or someone would.   

These 4 pieces are companion pieces to the Doe Goats picnic table in the middle pen.  OCB's down the street neighbor Charley was trying his hand at carpentry and made them for him just not long after he moved in there.    OCB liked Charley a lot.   So they meant a lot to him.  Charley was killed not long after in a freeway accident.  Young father of 4.  So they meant more.  

There are 13 chairs here already.  Some the ones my granddaughter Alyssia has always called the Ghost Chairs...like the one with the Mirror on it and the one hidden in the Giant Secatan Grasses.  For Ghosts.  And there are others like it,  3 under the Old Apricot Tree in front,  only 2 "sitable"...the others so falling apart....Bill's father Lee built all those.   Then there are the 2  Janet Chairs that i stole.  And two aluminum lawn chairs,  one a rocking chair,  that belonged to OCB's mother Flossie.  So that's a very adequate amount of chairs for one human being who rarely SITS anyway.   But...what do i do?  I guess i could have loaded Them up for the Thrift Shop too.  someone would be very happy.  But i didn't.   After the Thrift Shop Trip i hauled the bench,  which is HEAVY and AWKWARD inch by inch and heisted it up into the truck ,  got into the truck bed and Pulled it in....2 chairs and the little endtable easy peasy and here,  unloaded them out by the Raft.  In front of the Albatros and also Tenzen and Nogal's stinky yard....of course,  just the place for visiting.....but where else?  I guess i could put them in the Way Back for the Does to sit on...they would..... but i walked around and really,  i don't know.  Maybe over by the Big Compost?  I always have trouble staying the needed amount of time watering it.  Maybe if i had such a nice bench to sit on,  i might be inclined to hang out?    Nice thought, but probably not.  If i do sit,  i sit on rocks,  or the long wood that makes the raised beds.

anyway....they are here.  A little more of the Old Cowboy is here.  In a box atop the refrigerator at his house are his slipper shoes,  his glasses and his teeth.   When everything else is gone  i'll bring them home and bury them out by the Raft.  

 

 

 

 

 

so...What's going On, here?

i say Cloth itself makes decisions,  makes

moves

presents its Self

Moves.

Jude,  for whom i hold the Highest Esteme,  says she disagrees,  but i too,  disagree.

Cloth Presents and Moves.

This is a really Great Cloth for thinking about this....how it began with nothing but that face that kept being present and prominent on the table and then got laid upon a cloth with two very neutral scraps.  And for a long time, that was IT.   But then,  All the rest of this began to happen.  Do I DO IT?  How does this work?   DO I  envision something and then make it happen?   

With this perfect example,  NO.  None of this is something i envisioned.  I simply put stuff.  I put stuff that Shows UP.

So,  What Is It?

I don't know and it really doesn't matter.  It's how it goes.

 

and how it goes,  i took that 20 minute nap and woke,  there,  next to the table,  infront of the futon couch,  and sat up and looked at the cloth there and then down and noticed the scrap on the floor.

Pick it up and put it There....and it changes everything,  changes the Whole Story which i don't even know yet

 

 

almost Regular

so,  while still a little ify,  i finished up the Christmas list.  I don't do Christmas.  But little kids do.

So.  A Pokemon Pikachu Pillow.   A Disney Princess Play CD Player,   A dancing ballerina, musical jewelry box which i will need to paint the dancing ballerina brown...  2 books on meditation...Charlotte and the Quiet Place    A Handful of Quiet Happiness in four pebbles by Thich  Nhat Hanh

 

and for all three kids,  LED  Headlamp Flashlights.

 

and in my world

 

fragments of the Dream

?

so...Better,  for sure.  Have turned the corner.  But still.  

That Altered State of Sick.   Which i would ordinarily ignore,  but for some reason,  am kind of interested in.  I so rarely Get sick.....

and mid morning i as usual looked over to my left from the Morning Chair and there,  where its been on the shelf for a very long time

Two Old Women    An Alaska Legend of Betrayal, Courage and Survival by Velma Wallis

It's a short book that Marti loaned me a long time ago.  And suddenly,  today,  i read it.  Just a couple hours.  A very Plain Story,  told in a very Plain way,  but so truthfully that the "movie" it created while reading was immediate.   A story passed down generations of a time before the arrival of Western culture.

and when finished,  the huge thought was.....How strange we have become....human beings today.  Just how so Strange.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

sick

so

i just decided to go ahead and be 

sick.

I've never done that before.  Ever.  

But...Why not?  Illness is also a Path.

 

 

The biggest issue today was Way Too Much Ash in the Wood Stove.

not really such a bad big issue,  right?  right.

So i slept a lot.  Made soup,  slept and woke, slept and woke ,  a whole new experience.  And finally,

as Sun rolled to the rim,  so did Crazy Wind.  Finally.  And i emptied the ash and can begin again.

yuck

yes i DO have a cold.  and YES,  accuweather did lie about today.  

Off to work away and all day it rained some.  Not off and on,  but Some.  Constant.  And what Accuweather failed to mention,  was WIND.  GREAT WIND.  constant Wind with Great Gusts.

had i seen the alert to this yesterday i would have brought wood in.  Not.  So,  feeling crummy,  i go out and bring in a few pieces at a time,  dressed in one of the Old Cowboy's down jackets that he bought and never wore.  Silly,  because it's not that cold.  But I AM that cold.  I AM Very Cold.

 

this morning i realized that i have not been using the Wall?  Why?  i guess the Pockets?   But is GOOD to see this way.  

 

 

so i'll wait until just dark.  It's too early to go to bed but i don't care.  Will be bird like.  

 

read awhile,  then into the lap of Mother Night

too dark, too soon

it's 5:24.  Just Some light left.  Some.   Goats go back and forth in the Corridor.  Wanting to finish their feed but also wanting to be in the Albatros,  where they rest.  in the night.  Seasonal indecision.  They go back and forth, talking to Each Other.  Dark comes so soon.

I think i am entertaining cold germs.  Too much hugging at the gas station and the grocery store.  That scratchy feeling in the throat,  how i can't get really warm,  or if i do,  i am Hot and back and forth.  We'll see tomorrow morning.

 

this afternoon and early evening,  i cut the stitching on this Thing,  i think it was some kind of drawstring on a blouse or dress,  don't have either to know,  just from the Thrift Shop,  but,  it is really wonder Full for very small small bits of stuff that in this case might go with the Dream?

 

it rained off and on all day, mostly on,  but this morning for so short a while there was SUN and i walked around in the Room,  wandering,  and 

there it was

 

for the Dream.  For the Dream.   Stuff is partially stitched down.

who is dreaming the dream?

Crow is stitched down.    I looked a lot,  thinking about how it might go from here.  Originally  not intending to do anything but stitch the two neutral squares in place.  But then, the Crow came.  I sat the Cloth down on one of the couch pillows while i went OutSide to check on Chinche.  She pretty much needs to be carried in and out now.

 

coming back,  i immediately thought of what Jude posted about on Spirit cloth,  adding rings

 

set it on some cloth that's on the back of the rocking chair.   All which made me wonder if it is a larger dream than i originally imagined...

Did she dream Crow?  Did Crow dream her?  are both of them a part of a Larger dream?  and who might be dreaming That dream?

 

new porch mat.  Sometimes Chinche still tries to go in and out by herself and the old mat was  worn through almost entirely.  So now her feet won't get caught in the spaces between the boards.

 

i wanted to keep the little Fig inside for Winter but Marti sent me a link and it isn't a good plan.  so went back out to get frost bit and now i'll pack scrap hay around its pot 

 

and then fill the tomato cage with scrap feed, hay,  around and up over the top.  Then i'll Hope till Spring.   It was a beauty FULL warm day of no Wind so i continued OutSide

 

tho it might be hard to tell,  i also neatened up this front side of the Albatross.  A Gentle day.

 

 

 

tension

just the Right tension

 

 

 

printed it out and used a white colored pencil to create this more stylized form...it has the most tension and i like it a lot,  but....

 

OR,  but maybe it's really the feet?  if i changed the tension in the feet?

I love what i learned from Jude in Patchwork Beasts.   My beasts are still how i feel them and not so much really patchwork,  but i learned to look for the fewest Shapes that could give the image of the beast.  Here,  3.  the body and one wing,  the second wing,  the tail.   The legs and beak will be thread

 FINALLY,  took apart the stuff on the water thingy for the swamp  cooler for Winter.  It's been in the 20's at night.  High 5o's or mid 60's,  day.  It's that transitional time.

 

It's nice to have help.

 

taking things as they come

it started out just very ok.  Sun streaming through the only red/orange leaves here,  we are a golden world in New Mex,  but the red/orange of the Three Leaf Sumac.  Like my childhood,  like at Jude's.

But pretty soon the day took on a life of it's own and i needed to do things.  

 

but just before that,  i'd found the right scrap.  You will need to use your imaginations...it's a Crow,  a Crow is bringing her the dream.