windthread

so,  it's hotter than hot and as i am,  i suddenly feel like it's the day to do the bedroom.    Which is tiny.  Like tiny.  The full size bed,  a box spring and mattress,  OLD,  over top are two good futon mattresses.  So it's HIGH and is really the Only thing in that room i love.    The two futons bring me to window level and especially since Travis put in a Real Window some months ago,  real like that it opens and closes,  i have loved this.  But there is NO ROOM.  There's the bed.  There's the two utility shelves of cloth and my clothes.  That's it.  Well,  not really.  Against the wall is the fold up bed.  On the side at the foot of the bed are framed things.  Two large photographs,  a painting i never finished and a collage montage of my Minnesota Family.  And then the laundry basket.   Not there NOW is the other floor basket with all the Maybe s in it that are no longer maybe.   The part about it that is the WORST is that i can't vacuum  around or really under the bed.  Its been years.  eee……shame of that……

so tomorrow morning travis and everett are supposed to arrive and haul it out.  All of the bed stuff.  Travis can keep the futons if he wants to,  they are very good ones,  but he can keep them in his storage thingy.  The box spring and the mattress go to the dump.  I will use the fold up bed Until.  This is exhilarating!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  So i am vacuuming and sweating and vacuuming and vacuuming and hauling things out….and etc and suddenly there is no electricity and i check and check

the connections for everything,  nope.  None.  and i thought…wouldn't you know…i have used up all the electricity with this…but i call across the road Margie and her too…no electricity, so ok….  i finish up stuff and do the evening Goat things,  give Water  and decide to brush Tay.  She isn't into this kind of physical violation…brushing.  But she did well,  me hanging on to her collar and her controlling her anxiety and i brushed out pounds of her hair,  pulling it off the brush and stuffing it into a grocery bag and when she became  intolerant, i quit.  

she spent the rest of the evening until just a few minutes ago in her Sacred Space under the porch.

Apricots.  In this heat they fall as they become heavy with rippening and i set them here.  Eating through the days,  one at a time,  5 or 6 a day,  in the heat they are almost fermented.

Feral is in the shop