yesterday i was sewing and thinking and reading Jude's Post and Dee's forum post in Jude's Spirit Diaries and suddenly there was a little box, top middle of screen with my son's name and i think it said hey ma
and as i have learned to do, i clicked it and yes. it was him. like the old Instant Message thing i used to call the Blue Guy, but this was new somehow and i have no idea how it got there, top middle of my screen, but anyway, the conversation went along, line by line as he linked me to i think 4 Utubes of his heros. they are called Jazz and FlyFishing. Scandanavian jazz band who mostly love fly fishing. my son loves fly fishing. so we watched, seperately, he in Colorado and me here with a sentence or two inbetween. he just got snowshoes so he can go into the mountains to fish this winter. and i asked if he had a cool little sport coat like these guys wear. he didn't answer me. but i'm thinking i'll find him one at the Thrift Shop. a Good wool one and customize it for him. like boro it. make him some kind of special fly holder inside breast pocket. something like that. he might or might not wear it, but it's the thought that counts, no? and once again we vowed to go together someday. fly fishing.
Back to sewing, looking at Spirit Diaries.
and the day ended with an email exchange that left me hanging and i guess i felt more crabby than usual and said that. something like "you went away…" And i woke off and on all night and felt really bad about it. saying that. you never know why someone leaves their screen. could be a million things.
And i woke this morning thinking about Talking without Sound. Talking with Never a Voice. how strange. almost all "talking" i do is voiceless. none of those interruptions mid sentence to add or clarify, no face with eyebrows going up and squnching up, no breaths or sighs. and how if you say things this way, they just sit there forever, As Is. understood or mis~understood or i think mostly half understood. It has been bothering me lately.
and thinking of those guys making the flyfishing Utubes, i'm wondering what it would take to make little movies instead of little black words on a screen?
anyway, i've been sewing in the Morning Chair lately using the ironing board for a table. and thinking about all the above, i'd begun playing with the scraps. some are my own dye but most are pieces of DebLacativa that i was going through yesterday to make changes in the Things in the Hair cloth. and as the morning sun traveled across the room, across them, i became totally mesmerized and studied them this way and that and then saw how moving the little white fragment around could change everything. and how the two very very small red dots on the teal could so easily be missed entirely
then, here are the changes…i don't know if you can see them, they're not huge, but they ARE important. but i'm not sure about any of them yet
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