Someone likes my heating pad. And no wonder, temps have dropped here. I get to wear my Deb Lacativa scarf for our walk around the lake this morning.
Yesterday: gourd-shopping and mouse revival. Watched Borat II.
I’ve shortened her arms (pipe cleaners cut with wire cutters) and given her an orange scarf (pix coming).
My brother will be transported back to Los Angeles either on Friday or Monday. With California covid19 cases spiking into the 6,000’s, it’ll be a while before we venture West, but it will be so much better for him to be closer to home. The light. And once he gets home: his dogs.
Single digits, folks! Nine days until the election.
Muggy air continues. Gusty wind all day and in the last hour, rain.
Finished this. A little press will tidy the edges a bit. The fabric for the moons was dyed with indigo in South Carolina. The woven sections came after a class with Jude. I just couldn’t stop making woven rectangles for a while. The crab was stitched down a lot of years ago. It’s good to finish things, isn’t it?
But mostly, I’ve been editing. Received written comments from my editor on the last section of novel yesterday and spoke with her today.
I’ve known all along that the last bit drags. How to fix? Invent a crisis? Shorten the timeline?
I’m going with the recommendation (long-considered) of skipping a batch of years. It’s gonna help so much!
In the meantime, I need to start submitting chapters here and there with the hopes of getting part of the novel in print. It helps you get published.
The following two photos come from a tiny book called, The Art of Seeing. They were the prompts in the writing session this morning.
I’m upstairs. The book is downstairs. I’ll provide photographer’s names after dinner.
I fled to the basement. Power sanders, power saws, and illegal gas-powered leaf blowers were insufficiently blocked by my special head phones.
But then I had fun. I actually forgot what it’s like to get lost down there. Put together one collage — it speaks to memory and Saharan dust (even if those are Asian elephants. Are they Asian elephants?) — and added to an old crab quilt. The addition of indigo dyed moons will, I think, make it gift worthy.
Thank you for all your kind sentiments yesterday. K is writing an obituary and cleaning out the gutters and switching out the water in the fish tank and marking out the circle for our new patio. Acting like his Dad, in other words. His father cleaned the gutters well into his 80’s.
Not heading out to the the ballet (who is?), this little arts-enthusiast is off to Connecticut.
I can tell I underpriced her because I’m having trouble letting her go. She’s one of my favorites.
A big gardening day here today. I was supposed to help a friend with her foundation beds earlier, but neither vehicle will start.
Note to self: once charged, be sure to drive each vehicle once a week!
Walking over at the school the other day, two things made me pause. The first was ANOTHER dead bird.
The other was the height of a tree, which I sourced, fund-raised to purchase, and planted back in the day. It was four feet high back then. If you squint you can see the dead robin on the sidewalk where the path turns.
It’s too close to the building. A newbie mistake. Still, it’s lovely.
I thought it was a Harry Lauder’s Walking Stick, but now I’m not sure.
New South Wales firefighter, Greg Mullins: “I’ve been fighting fires for 47 years and I’ve never seen anything like it. But, we’ve known it’s coming for 20 years.”
“It’s climate change, it’s worldwide, and people need to sit up and take notice.” (WBUR interview)
UPDATE: I removed the two attempts at fire maps because they’re not accurate. Mo tells me the fires are burning in “NSW, Victoria, South Australia and they were burning earlier in Queensland and Western Australia.”
As Acey noted in a comment to yesterday’s post, one of the beauties of the collage process is that it brings heartbreak out of the shadows. Oh, look! To view pain in the stark terms that images allow is always powerful and sometimes healing.
Two days ago, I was wrapped up in the catastrophic missteps of our government in Iraq (still am). Not really thinking about Australia at all. And then I found this woman and her horse. She was in a stack of magazine pullouts waiting for this moment.
Of course the animal reminded me of the horse on the beach from yesterday’s post. Look at her! A warrior, for certain! I would trust her with a beloved animal. With environmental policy. With anti-corruption efforts.
The stylish woman in the upper left hand corner, on the other hand, has rendered herself frivolous by looking away.
Every once in a while, type shows up in a collage that adds import. For the word, “things” to appear next to a materialistic fashionista while the world burns around her makes perfect sense. We wonder: what will happen to HER horse?
Please consider making a donation to help orphaned and injured animals. Here’s a link for cash donations.
Even though postage to Australia is so astronomical, I know some of you will be moved to make a thing or two. For that reason, I’m offering to mail a couple of boxes to Australia if people want to make nests, mitts, or wraps and ship them to me in Massachusetts.I’m going to refer people to the FB group instead. American shipping hubs have been established.
The first picture below shows what’s needed. If you’re on Facebook, you can join Animal Rescue Craft Guild. They have a tab, “FILES,” where patterns are listed.