So the joke is, when I opened the draft titled “all good words lead to silence,” there was nothing there. A blank screen. Get it? Now you’re in on it too.
I had to scroll all the way back to 2010 to find this revised post because it turns out that if you edit a draft, even one from 11 years ago, WordPress publishes it on its original date. It isn’t enough to hit “Publish Now,” you also have to change the date on their calendar.
Annisquam, over Labor Day weekend, was lovely. We walked a long time.
It is an absolutely gorgeous morning here. The air is delicately cool. The sun illuminates the greenery in a way that says, “Summer!” The yellow washing through the beds is cheery and all the more delightful for arriving suddenly, like a surprise visit from a good friend. I don’t even really mind, today, that the rabbits ate all my sunflower seedlings, except for one. Coffee water roils. Gotta go. It’s a PT morning and a Salem day.
And, here’s a video footnote…. I know by now we have all heard Pharrell William’s song maybe one time too many (and I’m still wondering, “What’s with that hat?!”), but the variety of dancing videos to the song are kind of wonderful. Here’s one of my favorites.
I DO love them. Or perhaps to draw, since there is always time for that?
And humor. Who doesn’t need that, especially with the financial fallout from our wreck of a government (glad they can take a vacation, though – surely they’ve earned that!). THAT’s not the humor, photo below is – pure visual play on my sister’s mantle – cosmic kitty and poodle dancing with Shiva.
The weeks go by in my office without replacing the other paralegal and the work slams on, making me alternately restless, angry, overwhelmed, determined, productive, angry, drained, worried, angry. At least a new project in the cellar studio takes shape, using woven strips (learned from Jude Hill) and a Winslow Homer watercolor as starting points — providing me with tiny islands of satisfying endeavor (but cannot share more than previous post as it’s a commission).
Remind me, please, of what a cool sanctuary my basement studio is this time of year. Remind me, please, of how I lose myself there, and how in the losing, find myself drinking from the Deep Well, and am sated. Remind me, please, to skip the drama of articulating my misery next time (i.e., this time tomorrow when I go into the office — on SUNDAY — to make copies, scans, and collate?!!) and just go straight to Source. No detours. No sharing my misery with others (what a nice way to put THAT!).
Tomorrow, I will see Shakespeare in the Park on Boston Common with friends. With that on the calendar, perhaps the Drudge Monster will not gain purchase.
P.S. I clipped the magazine page ages ago because I fell in love with the composition and colors. When I saw, today, that it is a Winslow Homer, I thought, “well no wonder I love it!!!” SOME things in life are constant.
A disconsolate rain falling. June rounding the bend. Summer now.
Experiment – instead of saying to self, “I’m so tired…”, say, “I’m so aware…” Some days that turns into: “I’m so aware of being tired”! But other days, colors pop or I soften, just a tad.
The too much-ness of things – a friend’s poor health, C. getting his license, the tenured paralegal leaving just as a summer schedule was opening with breathing-space. Rain.
The garden has thrived this year. Is EVERYTHING because of global warming? The stress of the weird winter, I heard, has made the plants push into overtime. Makes sense to me. The result? Glorious. A profusion of iris, sun drops, pansies in all their cheerful displays.
The ‘big quilt’ is progressing. A batik-splurge in Schenectady this past weekend will help me resolve some of the last problem areas (too much red on the right, not enough swirly patterning mid-bottom).
I love to share in-the-moment pictures on this blog – as if these entries were like food – better by being seasonal and fresh. But constraints of all kinds have me willing to upload some older shots. I plan to get the whole sketchbook up eventually. Here it is, very early on.
For THIS year’s project, I chose the theme – “PATH THROUGH THE WOODS”.
Time to make “literally the best Caesar Salad” (just caught up on this season of Parks n’ Rec) and pasta. I sure hope the speech about drawing down the troops in Afghanistan doesn’t trump ‘Dancing with the Stars’.