windthread

Much WIND.  I want to be OUT anyway,  so i am.   Knowing it will be cold in the house tonight,  i move the hoses and bring in wood.  I throw the ball.  I listen to Nogal whine in his Goat way.  I realize he whines when there is great Wind.  I accept that.    Here,  here,  Here,  ….  Now.

Wind.  Goat cry.

Marylou wants to mend.

i go deep into that Big Basket in the bedroom,  pull these out.  Just as i left it,  maybe 2 or 3 years ago,  thread still in the needle.

i download 2 more segments of the Courage to Love.   Mend while listening.

Sort another basket and create an empty one for small scraps i haven't seen in a while.  The piles on the back of the futon grow.