i cut it short last eve…there was lightning so i shut stuff down. But what had got me thinking was when i moved the dog crate and the wood box, i could see further how things are more and more coming apart. This year, tiles are loosening, coming up, corners getting caught on things and breaking loose.
The pic is the other corner, under where the rocking chair sits. the South side. I'd gotten to remembering when i put this tile down. It was during Katrina. 2005. August. Summer. Heat.
I have visceral memory of ripping up all of the horrible shag like carpet, all dog peed on from the little dogs, all so full of dust. I had NPR on pretty much constantly and listened to New Orleans as i worked. Tears. Sweat. and i got a case of pink eye from rubbing them away so i could see what i was doing. So that tile was from the Dollar Store. That it has lasted 10 years is something. But it's become brittle. So, i was considering this. The real question is, Do i Care?
Do i care enough to get out the putty knife kinds of tools and sit on the floor, scraping up the parts that are still afixed? Then sanding, roughing up and smoothing after prying out all the nails that are also rising loose, prepping the floor enough to put down new tile? taking out all the furniture, book shelves. and the truth is, i don't. I care maybe 5% of the time. Otherwise, it's the floor. It's solid. It's enough. The two oriental rugs…i will at some point haul them in to Albuquerque and get them cleaned at the oriental rug place. I care about the rugs. Maybe at the end of the summer. Or….. But i am in love now with that concept of Fugitive.
ok. so, a decision is documented.
these two pieces of muslin were in that same copper pot of onion skins. the one on the left was bundled with the shreds of steel wool and the I Ching coins…only two…one fell out…
the one on the right, just its self, folded rolled and tied with string. Who could guess they are related??????
this is really the only intimation of onion skin coloring…on the top and the bottom
i have to put some Tick killing medicine on Tay. She doesn't want me to do that. Escapes out the dog door. So…to make it OK for her, i put a line of peanut butter on a dish towel and hang it over the cabinet door. While she is licking off the peanut butter, she ignores me putting the tick medicine along her spine. We work stuff out.
Shade. That word implies something different than this for me. It implies leafy boughs of trees. But shade is shade. Goats are good with that.
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