Mary Rose Pino 's Santos and devotional figures
i'm trying to think of how best to tell this.
As usual, there was not a crush of people. Dear Magdalena. But a steady flow. At any given time there were maybe 4 at the most people in this space. They come in the door. The place is to themselves…Danielle most of the time next door in the Cafe. So it's quiet and peaceful. You just walk around and look. The Cafe is connected to this gallery by a short passage way through the kitchen. The Cafe is large with heavy carved wood booths and a bar with stools. There's a stage area in the back where entertainment used to happen. A coffee house. She's given up the restaurant thing…she had GREAT GREAT food, and now has coffee and desserts. So you come in…..can hear voices from through the passage. Otherwise, it's quiet. There are two chairs in the center area. I sat in one sometimes. Just watching people, petting one or both of Danielle's dogs. Watched how people cruised, looking. Watched how sometimes they stopped to look at the Cloths, some of them reading that blurb there. I didn't talk to anyone. There was no sense of any one wanting to be talked to. So i watched. She has a lot of very FINE silver and stone native crafted jewelry. People spend the most time with that.
I came and went, wandering around town to the other shops and studio spaces, listening, mostly. I get really quiet. I'll go back tomorrow and maybe not be so quiet.
I brought Audrie, of the Socorro Women's Writing Group from the library. 4 of them are self published and so brought their books to the Library there which is a whole story in its self, again, maybe tomorrow, but anyway, she and i went there first to drop off all her books…they weren't on the schedule till 1 oclock and while i was waiting i looked down in the magazine give away shelves and
i asked how many i might take without seeming gluttonous, without embarassing myself or Audrie, and Old Librarian Lucy's granddaughter, the New librarian said PLEASE!!!!! TAKE THEM ALL!!! i scored 16 Cook's Illustrated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe my LUCK! I LOVE these…how many publications have pencil illustrations of Everything???????????? eeeeeeeeeeeeee.
at the consignment shop. some one made this. I love it. Some one made this sometime, long ago, to me, it's like handwriting that is becoming extinct
and at some point, like i do, i just ran out of steam and got in the car and drove home. I'd had a conversation with a woman about dogs and she said she wouldn't have a Catahoula because they are agressive and pig headed. Need too much or they become trouble and i returned home to
Tay
who waited so well and patiently, who is the Greatest of all dogs though i know she COULD become agressive if not respected, and so home to Tay, to things to be done here, all the giving of water to the plant people. I dumped the buck Goats water tubs and scrubbed them with vinegar and filled them with clear clean water and pulled Kochia and flung it and all these things, after this day AWAY into another kind of world, all these things seemed so so Beauty Full and Grand
and maybe that's what it is all
FOR
?????????
windthread 
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