I'll probably loose this post because i've drank some wine. But…we'll see and let's go anyway. There are 3 human mothers here on this Hill. Some Goat mothers and their offspring. 2 cats that Had mothers and a dog. A chicken who Had a mother and now gives an egg a day in that kind of mode. There are thousands probably billions of mothers of plants, insects, rodents, mammals, reptiles, birds, trees, fungus, microbes ….. so many Mothers, too many to even imagine, and a Planet that some refer to as the Mother.
so you can't escape. Mother's Day in neon. And the 3 human mothers here say to disclaim the DAY. We turn away from Mother's Day, but yet, we labor under the prevailing wind, no matter.
It's a Maybe that Alyssia and Jenny will come tomorrow morning to install a new refrigerator here in this travel trailer where me, the oldest of the mothers finds her Self living. Alyssia finally found one….same as that is here, but supposedly works. So tomorrow has been identified as The Day… the refrigerator has been around for a few months or more, but…tomorrow is the day. Maybe. Why tomorrow we might wonder…well……….that neon flashing…..
and even more, Jenny, the middle mother, has a THING about the poison oak. She also has a Thing about weed whackers. She hates both. She spent hours here, all around, with a lopper, snipping it off at the earth, snip snip snip, all last year and then we let the Goats loose and they ATE it, but now, Spring, and being seasonal browsers, they won't eat it in it's present configuration so it Grows and is in the paths from this place at C over to the hill above B where we spend a lot of the hot months in the mid year with the sprinkler and mist er and Alyssia and i said screw it and fired up the weedwhacker and WHAcked poison Oak today. Jenny works full time. She's tired. She's hit a kind of limit that we can't know. So…the poison oak is "gone" for the moment. I'd brought the whacker from New Mex. where i used it with that kochia. Poison Oak and Kochia…somewhat similar in that they are just the bane of anyone's existence
so just now the phone…it's Alyssia…..how would you feel about NEXT week for the refrigerator and i say as i have said and said and said…it's FINE
it IS!, it's fucking FINE but we all labor under that throbbing Neon Mother's Day
and today, ahead of the maybe refrigerator installation day (not really Mother's Day), we worked to clear up the mess of the collapsed effort that Jenny had made for all the tools etc…a tent thing, BIG and really great till the RAINS in the winter collapsed it and all came crashing down and everything WET. a lot got rusted. You can see the white frame in the background, all squashed. And we wiped stuff off and pulled it up from the dirt and set up the two shelves again and sorted sogged boxes of screws and nails and drill bits and ON and ON and here we are. Good enough for the moment?
my beloved blue tool box got filled with water. Emty ed and drying in the sun today. Rusted tools soaking in Vinegar.
While Alyssia weed whacked, me and Emrie held hands and stood a very CAREfull ways away and watched…Emrie was fascinated, looking up at me and smiling a LOT and she wore a pair of safety glasses that were like sun glasses without question, so funny, she didn't once question, because MaMom had some on too, and used her screw driver to HELP change the blades.
and i just created this big gap above so know i need to quit here, but just to say. It's all What It Is. and Blessed Be.
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