windthread

it's seeming to be Growing,  the thing of talking at the once a week trip to the Grocery Store.  Today,  conversation about a 97 yo woman just down the road from here…just beyond the gravel pit,  who needs looking in on at 11 am every day.  And just before that running in to Pajaro (bird) and his wife whose name i can not even attempt to put here in phonetics…it's how Spanish is such a combination of letters that are all combined softly in your mouth…and then so Open,  the sounds,  so a lot of air combines with them…not blunt and sharp like english but anyway,  them who i haven't seen in a really LONG time who are growing a HUGE garden and in case my green beans don't come true,  i can get some from them and they will be glad to be enlisted to be the builders of the winter buck hut.  And then Jan the dog trainer with a long conversation about the new Vet,  a buck she's looking at in Sholow, Az etc.   I might need to accept that it's not just a quick run for food,  but that it's going to be more.  And allow for that.  And getting back,  just as the today's storm hit,  being pelted by very large rain drops as i brought in the groceries,  Tay running along side 

before i left,  looking at these…thinking how much i like how they somehow just become a part of their surroundings…and to say…the blue of the denim futon cover…it's not at all that intense/bright…this camera reads blue in an interesting way

back home,  looking at these.  Before i continue dying anything,  i need to sit and think what i am wanting the cloth for.  The really interesting Marking….is it something that i can work with?  as in add cloth to?….or is it just so much what it IS,  of its own self,  that it would stand alone?,  as in a backing?

but if it's BeautyFull…the Other side of a cloth…is almost a waste of its Beauty?  or is it?  

a lot of questions.

After the storm,  Tay went out.  It was about an hour or more before i went out to feed and i saw that the gate had been blown open.  Wide Open.  But after having had an open gate for over an hour,  here Tay was,  waiting for me to appear.  I imagine that she DID go out and take a look around,  who knows how far around,  but she took her look and came back home to wait for me to come out.

Tay is the Best dog.