Today will be warm enough to be early September. Yet, they say Friday will be more like December.
I am very tired. Spent the evening in Brooklyn, a nice dinner with the Boy. We hauled a load of scrap wood from his shop to home, mostly walnut which burns real nice. Preparing for the Polar Blast headed this way. I will probably take a few stitches. But mostly I think I will sit and look.
Keep noticing how blue the jays look among turning leaves. Watch the leaves slowly raining.
How a storyteller might weave time and place together. Master the art of just going and saving the thread that runs through it. Tell a better story. How then, a good story might become a kind of cloth. Woven to last. Mended with care. Given as a gift. How useful cloth can be. Have you ever counted the ways?
Life without cloth is a different life. We might miss it I think.
PS, This is a wonderful idea, isn't it? I hope they can make it happen.
3:56 Oddly warm enough to open the door in the studio for a bit....