Not new things, just patching them together to make them useful.
The top from an old garlic keeper. Clay. The bottom broke. I had to grind the holes a bit larger to fit the incense sticks.
The little jug, an old mustard crock. From a time when I was into mustard. Now I am just into crocks.
The blue bowl, Dad bought in New Mexico. My parents used to go camping across the States. And my dad used to seek out this particular potter. He used to sell somewhere out there. Blue bowls. I took one after Mom died. My brother has the others.
The cloth... Nine for Peace. Now aka A Newer World Order. Part of the Crossroads series.
I am thinking a lot about which things I will keep when we move. We want to stay loose and light.
But early yesterday afternoon he was just That Dog. The dog that showed up on the deck outside the studio. That ran all over the property . The dog that ran right in the door when I opened it. That tore through the house , ate the cat food in 2 seconds. Knocked everything over. The dog that ran out again. The dog that Soul-o chased. The dog that turned and chased him up a tree. And then into the woods. The dog that came back and I tried to catch and finally did. The hungry and thirsty dog. The exhausted dog. The very dirty dog. The dog that seemed starved for affection. I called the number on the tag. An 800 number. Gave them his ID number. Waited. Not being a dog person, worried about my cat. Waited. A call back. Lots of questions. To make sure it was the right dog, and not a different dog with the wrong tag. ???? Waited hours. For the someone who would come get the dog. And then. After hours, a call back. He was a neighbor's dog. The house below. That guy that doesn't like the smell of woodsmoke or stray leaves on his side of the fence. Or dandelions. Or me.
Two questions I was left with.
What kind of system is this?
Why was the dog so dirty, hungry, thirsty, and sleeping at my feet?
The owner came. The guy's wife. Come George (who was not very excited). Into the back of the van. The person who was supposed to come came just then. Ha ha ha while the dog waited. And I was left standing there on the driveway. A brief sort of thank you with no eyes meeting. Except me and George. Goodbye George, I said.
Soul-o returned after dark.
The electric is fixed. Done. Paid for.
Although still cool, today will be a bit warmer than yesterday.
I have in my mind to check on George now and then.
I did nothing yesterday. It filled me up and wore me out. I changed the picture on my smart phone. A reminder to get a simpler one.
Soul-o spent the whole night out on the porch bench. Watching the warm night pass. He is in a coma now.
I continue down the magic bean road. And realize this cloth is really done. Except for the little bit of time I need to go through it all. To sprinkle it with a sense of going, how it went and how it might go. Making promises to it. Letting it hold promise. All the while I am letting it slow something in my mind. Testing it. Trying to put that in the cloth before it leaves. A sense of calm. An important usefulness.
I try to imagine all that has happened since I began. Not just for me but for others. How this cloth spans time. Holds that. Real-time.
Sometimes a day seems like things in a row. Connected.
And a week, a chunk of those.
Counting is like going but not Just.
Measuring is counting, recording.
Story is recounting.
Another week in March has passed.
And still it is cold.
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Stacked ALL the remaining wood in the garage. Built 2 fires. Coffee. To the Market at 6 AM for some extra supplies.
I never buy the newspaper. But I did.
7AM: Snowing lightly. Very cold and Windy.
...asked myself, do blizzards come from eggs?
11:09 AM. Snowing Lightly.
I have pulled out a small basket of whitish square scraps to work with today. When I can. Whitish, not pure white as snow sometimes seems in the thinner spots when it is blowing. And it is blowing. But first out to gas up the Jeep.
1:29 PM Gassed up and ready.
Snow is just coming down now and accumulating. The deck, as usual reminds me of a stitched cloth.