Much WIND. I want to be OUT anyway, so i am. Knowing it will be cold in the house tonight, i move the hoses and bring in wood. I throw the ball. I listen to Nogal whine in his Goat way. I realize he whines when there is great Wind. I accept that. Here, here, Here, .... Now.
Wind. Goat cry.
Marylou wants to mend.
i go deep into that Big Basket in the bedroom, pull these out. Just as i left it, maybe 2 or 3 years ago, thread still in the needle.
i download 2 more segments of the Courage to Love. Mend while listening.
Sort another basket and create an empty one for small scraps i haven't seen in a while. The piles on the back of the futon grow.