A hoot around here lately. Really. Just Going all wrong. It's too cold for too long, which is grating on my nerves. The pipes going to the washer which is in the garage froze up. The tarp blew off the wood and it is all wet. Soul-o scratched his own eye which is now all swollen. And then some small electrical meltdown in the studio. Hopefully not a big expense...
But we are not sick or dead and I can still sew, so I guess I will shut up now. I am thinking how we are ultimately how we solve problems.
A mobile upload here folks. And a link to Small Journeys which was posted before the meltdown. Sometimes a bit of extra technology is a good thing. Too time consuming though... probably would be easier if I knew how. I will be back again when I can.
So here I am. We all are actually, where ever we are. Another day.
Here it has turned cold. With the biggest cold yet to come as the days grow longer. I've been quiet. Without words for why. That has not changed really. I wrote in my journal today, waiting for January. And then I wrote why?Why am I always waiting? Undo that. This is the great Undoing I think. The hardest. Undoing the definition of patience.
This is the month when shadows are long. Now I see where my stray cat inspiration has come from. The shadow of going. Which seems here a bit like standing. Without waiting.
I have learned a lot from this little beast. The first cat I have rescued from the wild. My wild. This place where I live and watch how it changes. This place that challenges me in so many ways. I marvel at how he knows it. He has no schedule. No place. He goes out. He comes in. He sometimes does not come in. He is fine. And he knows how to take care of himself. I like that about cats. I have tried hard not to break him. I am just here for him.
This one has been headless for too long. Inspired by this, I think I found a solution.