sometimes i feel like going so much to hang out with Alz. B isn't good. that it takes too much time away from Cloth. even tho it's only a couple hours incl. driving time, i prevents the momentum i like of working days in a row without interruption. and i guess that's what was in my mind as i drove today for Music Thursday. and she was all squished and curled in her big wheel type chair looking for all the world like an old fetus. so i wheeled her into the dining room, where Music Thursday takes place, set my chair next to her, made her feel my oh so cold cold hands, she mumbled something and the Music began. and there went her foot…keepin time and her hands, one that i held and one to tap the arm of the chair and even tho her face was squashed into her pillow, she
Sang.
Her son arrived a little late and took the other side and we all sang. and when we didn't know the song we just hummmed or da da'd because gospel, folk and bluegrass tunes are easy to follow along even if you don't know them. and then suddenly B was into harmonizing…well, for the most part. whod've guessed? and forwhatever reason, we got a little Rowdy. there's a resident who is much younger than the average, but with many disabilities, most noticably no legs below the knee, and i remembered him telling me that they don't sing Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog often enough. so at a pause i called out a request. and there it came and Johnny was using his cups for percussion and and people SANG. family visitors SANG. Joy to the World, All the boys and girls. Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, Joy to you and me. through all the verses and when it was over, Johnny called Encore! and yup, all over again till we were worn out.
So….what's there to say? Everything has a Front and a Back. the bigger the Front, the bigger the Back. and so it is.
and home to Goats/Wood. Re build the fire that went out when i was gone.
and the Magic Diaries Cloth is back up over that plastic
and while i was looking at that, this one scrap basket was just so glowy…
and then…
i have said a few times in the past how when a cloth is on the Wall and i'm trying to figure out what scrap is next, i just press something on with my fingers and look. and it reminds me of those flannel boards they used to use in Sunday School, with the figures of the story they were trying to teach…i remember most Moses and the burning bush and then there was one that really bothered me, of i think Jesus with dark heathens somewhere in the Congo, where all the missionaries went.
anyway i always liked the idea of flannel boards. and i think this is all this amazing span of cloth is going to get. not a stitch. but small things, pressed onto it, as i think about it all. today was a tiny ink figure. can you see her? about nine inches to the left of Jude's fringe? i don't know what she's doing there. haven't gotten that far. due to the Singing.
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