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January 22, 2011

It’s been a quiet week.

Nothing but yoga, walks with Ms
Lu, sewing, knitting, drawing, watching Sci-Fi.
Dishes piled high in the sink, books and yarn and clothes scattered around. The bed left unmade.
No obligations.
Staying up late getting up late.
Doing whatever the hell I want and nothing I don’t want.

I’m soaking in it.




January 22, 2011

It’s been a quiet week.

Nothing but yoga, walks with Ms
Lu, sewing, knitting, drawing, watching Sci-Fi.
Dishes piled high in the sink, books and yarn and clothes scattered around. The bed left unmade.
No obligations.
Staying up late getting up late.
Doing whatever the hell I want and nothing I don’t want.

I’m soaking in it.




January 22, 2011

It’s been a quiet week.

Nothing but yoga, walks with Ms
Lu, sewing, knitting, drawing, watching Sci-Fi.
Dishes piled high in the sink, books and yarn and clothes scattered around. The bed left unmade.
No obligations.
Staying up late getting up late.
Doing whatever the hell I want and nothing I don’t want.

I’m soaking in it.




January 12, 2011
 

My sewing machine is ready to be picked up from the shop today. I have not missed it since it’s a finicky thing and has given me more fits than any sewing machine I’ve ever owned but at least it was really expensive.

Lesson learned. 

I have a cheap little work horse that does what needs doing.

This is my Scarlet O’Hara coat, or my Gone With the Wind Coat  fashioned from a bolt of upholstery fabric scored at the Goodwill. It also made some very groovy curtains.

January 12, 2011
 

My sewing machine is ready to be picked up from the shop today. I have not missed it since it’s a finicky thing and has given me more fits than any sewing machine I’ve ever owned but at least it was really expensive.

Lesson learned. 

I have a cheap little work horse that does what needs doing.

This is my Scarlet O’Hara coat, or my Gone With the Wind Coat  fashioned from a bolt of upholstery fabric scored at the Goodwill. It also made some very groovy curtains.

January 12, 2011
 

My sewing machine is ready to be picked up from the shop today. I have not missed it since it’s a finicky thing and has given me more fits than any sewing machine I’ve ever owned but at least it was really expensive.

Lesson learned. 

I have a cheap little work horse that does what needs doing.

This is my Scarlet O’Hara coat, or my Gone With the Wind Coat  fashioned from a bolt of upholstery fabric scored at the Goodwill. It also made some very groovy curtains.

January 11, 2011
The first bowl in this current bowl business.
I’m working on number five. I think I might be done after the next. On to….
something else.
It’s grayish blue today. 
Lu and I walked along the cliffs this morning and the ocean was still as a pond. We passed two ladies waving little dumbbells in front of them as they walked.
I’m leaving for Florida in two weeks and I’m not dreading it.
That’s really something. 
January 11, 2011
The first bowl in this current bowl business.
I’m working on number five. I think I might be done after the next. On to….
something else.
It’s grayish blue today. 
Lu and I walked along the cliffs this morning and the ocean was still as a pond. We passed two ladies waving little dumbbells in front of them as they walked.
I’m leaving for Florida in two weeks and I’m not dreading it.
That’s really something. 
January 11, 2011
The first bowl in this current bowl business.
I’m working on number five. I think I might be done after the next. On to….
something else.
It’s grayish blue today. 
Lu and I walked along the cliffs this morning and the ocean was still as a pond. We passed two ladies waving little dumbbells in front of them as they walked.
I’m leaving for Florida in two weeks and I’m not dreading it.
That’s really something. 
January 7, 2011

Lately I’ve been making these little vessels.
I don’t know why I like them so much. I keep adding different elements to them, fabric, beads wire.  I’ve made a few of them so far. One of those crazy things I get stuck on.
 I think what I’m enjoying about them the most is how quickly they come together and that I can sew, knit, crochet, felt and bead all in one little object.

And then I can fill them with candy.

January 7, 2011

Lately I’ve been making these little vessels.
I don’t know why I like them so much. I keep adding different elements to them, fabric, beads wire.  I’ve made a few of them so far. One of those crazy things I get stuck on.
 I think what I’m enjoying about them the most is how quickly they come together and that I can sew, knit, crochet, felt and bead all in one little object.

And then I can fill them with candy.

January 7, 2011

Lately I’ve been making these little vessels.
I don’t know why I like them so much. I keep adding different elements to them, fabric, beads wire.  I’ve made a few of them so far. One of those crazy things I get stuck on.
 I think what I’m enjoying about them the most is how quickly they come together and that I can sew, knit, crochet, felt and bead all in one little object.

And then I can fill them with candy.

January 4, 2011

This is the picture I thought of this morning when I thought of Dotty.
I don’t know what made me think of her after all these years. 
Do thoughts really have energy, was she thinking about me? I wonder 
why some people pop into my head seemingly out of nowhere.
Double Rainbow, what does it all mean? 
That picture was taken in August of 1977 in Taichung,Taiwan at Dotty’s house. She did hundreds of sit-ups everyday, it was her passion to keep a flat stomach. She was married to hard drinking chain smoking on the road to a heart attack Al, from Brooklyn. They had two young daughters, one a miserable sullen 13 year old and one chipper
pubescent 11 year old who were well tended by the Ah ma leaving us free to come and go and go and go whenever but not wherever, we wanted. Our gallivanting was limited to the market, the salon and the pool.
They moved to Florida after Taiwan and I visited them once and have never seen or heard from them again. 
In my most outlandish imaginary landscape I would never have
guessed that all these years later I’d be here. Of course, I didn’t spend any time thinking past the next week back then but I knew without thinking much about it, that the possibilities were infinite.
The possibilities have sharply
declined.
I still don’t think 34 years ahead but for an entirely different reason. I could, might be dead by then so I think in shorter terms, say 10-20 years from now. I can think of crazy ideas about where I might be then but the likelihood of something unimaginable happening, say like my moving to Africa to grow eggplant, or joining a nunnery (yes, there are still nunneries), or Weepy and I opening a fortune telling/shooting range, is very small. Well, that last one I could see. We’d be out in the desert somewhere with a thousand dogs running around and I’d read your cards in an open air tent while the Dishwasher ran around shooting things, paper mostly.
 

That could happen.

 

January 4, 2011

This is the picture I thought of this morning when I thought of Dotty.
I don’t know what made me think of her after all these years. 
Do thoughts really have energy, was she thinking about me? I wonder 
why some people pop into my head seemingly out of nowhere.
Double Rainbow, what does it all mean? 
That picture was taken in August of 1977 in Taichung,Taiwan at Dotty’s house. She did hundreds of sit-ups everyday, it was her passion to keep a flat stomach. She was married to hard drinking chain smoking on the road to a heart attack Al, from Brooklyn. They had two young daughters, one a miserable sullen 13 year old and one chipper
pubescent 11 year old who were well tended by the Ah ma leaving us free to come and go and go and go whenever but not wherever, we wanted. Our gallivanting was limited to the market, the salon and the pool.
They moved to Florida after Taiwan and I visited them once and have never seen or heard from them again. 
In my most outlandish imaginary landscape I would never have
guessed that all these years later I’d be here. Of course, I didn’t spend any time thinking past the next week back then but I knew without thinking much about it, that the possibilities were infinite.
The possibilities have sharply
declined.
I still don’t think 34 years ahead but for an entirely different reason. I could, might be dead by then so I think in shorter terms, say 10-20 years from now. I can think of crazy ideas about where I might be then but the likelihood of something unimaginable happening, say like my moving to Africa to grow eggplant, or joining a nunnery (yes, there are still nunneries), or Weepy and I opening a fortune telling/shooting range, is very small. Well, that last one I could see. We’d be out in the desert somewhere with a thousand dogs running around and I’d read your cards in an open air tent while the Dishwasher ran around shooting things, paper mostly.
 

That could happen.

 

January 4, 2011

This is the picture I thought of this morning when I thought of Dotty.
I don’t know what made me think of her after all these years. 
Do thoughts really have energy, was she thinking about me? I wonder 
why some people pop into my head seemingly out of nowhere.
Double Rainbow, what does it all mean? 
That picture was taken in August of 1977 in Taichung,Taiwan at Dotty’s house. She did hundreds of sit-ups everyday, it was her passion to keep a flat stomach. She was married to hard drinking chain smoking on the road to a heart attack Al, from Brooklyn. They had two young daughters, one a miserable sullen 13 year old and one chipper
pubescent 11 year old who were well tended by the Ah ma leaving us free to come and go and go and go whenever but not wherever, we wanted. Our gallivanting was limited to the market, the salon and the pool.
They moved to Florida after Taiwan and I visited them once and have never seen or heard from them again. 
In my most outlandish imaginary landscape I would never have
guessed that all these years later I’d be here. Of course, I didn’t spend any time thinking past the next week back then but I knew without thinking much about it, that the possibilities were infinite.
The possibilities have sharply
declined.
I still don’t think 34 years ahead but for an entirely different reason. I could, might be dead by then so I think in shorter terms, say 10-20 years from now. I can think of crazy ideas about where I might be then but the likelihood of something unimaginable happening, say like my moving to Africa to grow eggplant, or joining a nunnery (yes, there are still nunneries), or Weepy and I opening a fortune telling/shooting range, is very small. Well, that last one I could see. We’d be out in the desert somewhere with a thousand dogs running around and I’d read your cards in an open air tent while the Dishwasher ran around shooting things, paper mostly.
 

That could happen.