windthread

YES!…finally.  and having nothing to do with me.  Just of its own accord.  Yay!

don't know why,  but at some point mid morning,  it was clear that Every Little Thing Gonna Be Alright!

i was in the midst of moving things from here to there.  emptying the toy boxes and thinking how the printer and monitor can travel in one of them.   Finding wool felt and scraps in one 

and giving in.  Putting those in the big shallow basket that Tazmeena has commandeered of late.  She uses it in the morning…it's on the counter that gets First Sun.  At night she sleeps on the futon couch but not happily.  In the old days,  she slept on my legs but she doesn't like the cot bed so, alas, the couch.  But it's getting cold nights.  Tonight will be 29.   Everything got shifted today,  even all the boxes shifted around and she found it disturbing,  like cats do.  All day she complained.  So,  we'll see how this works for her.  I brought that basket with wool to the couch for the night.  Maybe.  She did not seem thrilled.

and somewhere,  in the midst of the Just Going of all that,  Everything got OK.  I even "checked" .

"what about if all the doe Goats are too many for the Goat Boat?…"  ans:  there are 3 transport crates that can go in the back of the pickups.    "what if the guy that Bill knows with the pickup doesn't decide to participate?"  ans:  google pickup truck rental.  Albuquerque.  Yes.  ok.   "what if the buck Goats are too rowdy in the horse trailer?"  ans:  oh well,  it's up to them.  "how do we give them water along the way?"   ans:  with a bucket.  at a gas station.   "So,  what else?"  ans:  nothing.  that's it.

and suddenly,  of it's own accord,  everything got OK.   and there's more….   Was looking at Liz's post on I'm Going to Texas.blogspot,  her pics of work on her Place,  what's growing what's seeding  and i felt energized about the Hill in a very joyfull way and suddenly remembered to go out to that hat box from the other day,  to find that gourd,  well,  two of them…

i grew these gourds the first year i lived here…22 or 23 yrs ago.  Dried them then either painted or drew.  Took them to the Santa Fe Opera House Flea Market.  These are the tops of the gourds,  cut off and inverted to become wall hanging vases.  They actually hold water.  This one,  the lizard wraps around.

but it was This one.  A gourd.  with a clothesline.  a single piece of cloth.  This One.   Holding it,  i was able to imagine a clothesline on the Hill.  Near whatever home i end up with,  maybe even being a Dog Trot.   

Clothesline.  the second cloth i attempted after finding Jude was of the clothesline and First Bird.  What's the magic of that?  the Power of that?  Everywhere i've lived,  i've strung a clothesline.  Back in those vacation camping days,  when the kids were little,  first thing up was a clothesline.  

so it's a clothesline.  strung between some kind of trees there that i don't know yet,  but strung in my mind's eye and waiting for us to get there.