windthread

 

 

i re taped my vacuum cleaner hose…but first cut off the old duct tape….and saw this piece on the floor…it's beauty full and i'd like to make a cloth like it sometime.  then i went to the Tuesday very fast Hydrologist cleaning job where basically i just vacuum up cat hair and clean his sliding glass door of stuff the male Peacock splatters there.    Then into town to get Blue Bunny Chocolate Chip icecream for the Old Cowboy because he forgot to tell me last time i was there and he was almost out.  and he needed more Cinnamon Swirl bread from Walmart.  ok.  so somehow i found self in the paper department at Walmart, looking at stenographers notebooks.  yes…they still have them.  and there was a package of 3  and i picked through the wrapping and tho the top one looked blue, the middle one was a nice color so i thought ok…i'll use the middle one….i have a real THING about the colors of things, the substance of things…some stuff i just can't use and lo and behold when i got home…

they are all three a very nice just plain cardboard .  no words.  no creepy color that might attract, just very beautiful and plain  and looking at this i knew a change is in the wind.  when i feel like i need to keep track of things, keep track of my thoughts,  it's the stenographer's notebook.  so many times lately i have wanted to reference things and i try but it's too hard, takes too much time so i give up.  so today, standing there looking at these at Walmart, i knew something is UP.

and these next…there's some STORM ENERGY out there, so this might need to shut down abruptly, so i will just put these here.  they are in response to Julie.  i took pics of pics on the table tonight as it was getting very evening.  the light isn't good, but really, it's ok.  i think i like them this way.

this is me.  my brother's kids.  when i SET OUT.  i think 1989 or so.  Minnesota….my first stop from Michigan.  to say goodbye.

 

my clothsline in Oregon

coming to New Mexico.  I believed you could do anything.

one of the places i lived.  I bought a goat.  Ebie.

another place i lived.  This was my STUDIO.  made from a RailRoad packing crate.  This was my half wolf dog,  Winter Sky at Twilight.

this is what this PLACE was like when i came to it

 

 

so…

here i Was.  in Polvadera New Mexico.  and here i am.  tonight.  still.  in Polvadera New Mexico.  as i said to Julie in the email…a lot of water under a lot of bridges.  i don't know if i can make any sense of it.  but….the Stenographer's notebooks are a sign.  so, ok.