Daughter Cloth. woven with that 6ft ladder in N. Mex Out. Here. On this Hill, September 2022. i don't know why.
the Last of Them for this year's Garden. double click
did i say anything about the grey folding chair that's been under this house for a couple, few years? That i pulled out, now being able to consider other materials than wood, like i was when i came here when everything had to be wood, so i shoved it under the house. Pulled it out the other day and ….in these days of Figuring Out, sitting OutSide, it's comfortable. It's not wood, but,
it's comfortable.
comfortable, why they brought it here to me. For me.
so the arms of it …the weird fabric,,,,, broke through at the "elbow" . I am there today, putting off going over to the Beach, feeling restless, so i
mend
the arm that broke through with some denim and Deb's Thread. sitting in it, i mended, awkward, but
i kept at it and then on to the other arm that had not broken through but was almost ready to and i have a Mended Chair that was at first rejected but now, years later found to be Comfortable. I'll take a pic.
low tonight 78 degrees


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