As part of the great unDoing, in this case the UnDoing of a lifetime of clutter in the garage, we came across a big wad of old wire. The man fashioned a few dozen hangers. Tiny ones.While keeping the fire alive, while I was sleeping. That was very thought-full. I like how they might be temporary gadgets to display cloth, maybe to be unDone later and used for something else.
It was quite ingenious, how he did it. He said, OK maybe one video.....
But later, because company is coming and there are things to do. It will be quite interesting to host house guests in this one room we are heating for the winter.
At least the garage is empty. The mice cannot hide there anymore.
It's been warmer, but the threat of new cold and snow hangs in the air. Along with the hopes for an early spring and the dream of wandering away from this one room we are heating for the winter.
Travel plans have been temporarily unDone because of houseguests and a new and fragile friend named Soul-o.
He spends a lot of time with the bike's old carburetor.. A kind of mending I guess. Making do. We've been riding. Wind.
He is a really nice guy, with a wonderful mind...an unparallelled sense of honesty (could cut you really) and loyalty. Patience. But, honestly I might have married him for his hands. Even if it was just to look at them.
This piece was not really planned. A bit from this, and idea from that. Scraps of self over time. Past , present and in between. I named it last night after posting it at Diaries and then having no words.
How one heart might affect another without explanation
I think that will work. Work for so many things really. When something has reach beyond just one little thought, I know it is right. And I keep going.
A doodle for Wednesday, not a new one, until I put it on cloth.