windthread

with Flicker,  the Tin and in the tin,  of course.  Blue beads…three Blues.  

and buttons made of antler by LaceLady.  a Hand.

Nomadland.  I have watched 3 times.  Will watch again.   And i am back to frequenting the Bob Wells UTubes.   

The so loved Honda Car that i lived in for two weeks in the first Evacuation at the fairgrounds…the one that can't seem to be compliant with California's  demands.   It sits down there at the beginning of the road up.  Parked.   the Virus short circuited my search for a mechanic that might work on it.  But in this space of time,  the truth is that finding someone is only one part of the challenge.  The other is finding parts.   1986.  Honda isn't even making them.  So,  to face that reality.    Nevada is close.  New Mex not far.   There is still value there…people are fond of them.  Craigs List.  let it go Live.   We,  and,  really,  Alyssia,  are looking for a used minivan.  the Guru B Wells talks about them being adequate for on road living,  one person…can be found….low mileage  and in well maintained condition….$3000.    I have saved  the two previous stimulus checks.  If this additonal one comes,  am near.  The beloved Toyota Truck Sunny is good for so many things but has such a small seat.  Tay and i fill that   There is no room or way for a car seat for Emrie,  and of course,  Julian.  I can't pick them up for the Farmers Market.  I can't pick them up for anything.   Approaching another round of seasons,  i begin scanning….how to arrange What if i need to LEAVE.   What can i take.     Have gone through many iterations of this already,  from leaving Everything to taking SOME things to less and looking closely if i care.  Do I?  Do I care?   There is no set answer.   Yes,  i care and No,  i can be just ok without.    But if the Hill burned.  The embers would die out.  The smoke would clear and drift away.  I would want to be here. I can live in a minivan.  It can be a home.  Nomadland has reminded me.  I'd forgotten.