I DID IT! That lower left corner….where it fell on the ground when hanging it up…..it'll brush off. It wasn't easy but it wasn't hard. It was washing a full size bedspread in a bucket. soaked 2 days, agitated on and off one, 4 rinses but
i did it and i am satisfied. Things CAN be done. I'll save the Walnut sheet for when Emrie comes for a sleep over. She will see. It can be done. and, "small loads" of clothing….Easy Peasy. I look forward to that next.
I love that you DID it, that it WORKED! Such a sense of accomplishment. Love this spread and it reminds me of one I had for years, bought at the local Community College where I taught, for $20 bucks. We wore it out with loved use…there were big holes at the bottom. I always meant to mend it, but during the big move, I could not think of that and let it go. I miss it at times. I cherish seeing yours.
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Alyssia recently found a Thing….for our grocery list….she orders on line and picks it up at the parking lot. Goes home, separates my
stuff from hers and brings my stuff to me. It’s now a For Sure on every order….every 2 weeks or so…..Olives, two kinds and feta cheese marinated in good olive oil. Marinate.
your comment tonight, above, deserves marination and would have and it’s fate would be maybe or maybe not but i just said what i said, right?
so…it’s 12:12 and and as i do, i startled awake. I am sitting here at the table like i do, chin propped on my knees, asleep. I watched Rachael Maddow on U Tube and then drifted to sleep as i do it’s become a habit…the drifting to sleep, startling awake, this bright little screen in front of me….most often quiet but sometimes something here and i can guess that it’s YOU cause you are in the “neighborhood” and up this time of night/day and yup, it IS you
and your words
your memory
how i know you and can picture your memory
didn’t we ALL have an India Import bedspread????? probably. I did have one…it was blues don’t even know what happened to that one, but same as yours, worn through and through this one from Good Will…..couldn’t believe my LUCK
how i’d taken it out to cover OONA as she lay dying in the corridor out there, it was cold and i didn’t want her to be so cold so i took it off the chair outside and covered her with it and when Alyssia got here, we moved her now dead self onto the Walnut sheet to make a sling of that to shift her onto the tarp we used as a sled to pull her body to where we buried her near Tenzin and Nogal
here
in California
OOna was born in N Mex her lifetime spaned years of Jenny’s life and dreams then she became my lifetime and surprises like ending up here in California
where i washed it in this bucket contraption and rinsed rinsed rinsed today and carried it to the clothesline, it close to 100 degrees of climate crisis there was a breeze that billowed it that i tried to catch in the pic but couldn’t
and it’s after midnight here and me and you are looking at our little bright screens talking to eachother……
how about that. ?
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“talking to each other”…to me, the whole point of writing a blog because taking the time to write about daily life or wondrous things or big events or simple joys of daunting days, well, it is about conversation. It is my belief, me a non-blogger, that many who take this precious time, do so in the hope and spirit of wanting the conversation, the exchange, the back and forth, the connection or else, what is the point?
Wish I could join you both in your late night conversations but my rhythm doesn’t work that way: I am a lark, I get up between 3 and 4 am ever day, sometimes even earlier if there is worry to work through/ Bedtime for me is before 8 pm, but I usually read for an hour once in bed.
So on this morning when the day announced itself, I took my coffee, dead-headed a few plants, checked on the tiny champagne grapes in the back and, sat quietly in my patio chair, breathed in, and closed my eyes. To my utter joy when I opened them, a rabbit was sitting on the ground so very close to me munching on dropped tiny apples and leaves. We had light rain and wind mostly all day yesterday so the earth was brimming with fullness.
Why this is JOY is because when we moved here, two rabbits used to visit our apple tree every day, then our second year, only one. and by our third year, none, and I feared that they were no longer alive. I do not know if this is one of those rabbits or a different one. What I do know is that I feel touched by spirit this morning, by the little rabbit and by coming here to read of two dear friends, talking in the night…
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Fabulous conversations and how the washing in a bucket of a large cloth brought forth an even bigger story.
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Love that this worked for you! A long time ago I tried using a plunger for hand washing. I was never able to wring clothing out well enough for it to dry fast enough. I’ve since learned that a salad spinner will take excess water out of small things.
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or else what is the point?
YES. or else, what is the point?
the moment. that single moment when you opened your eyes to see
a
being
there
in your space
she/it/they chose to enter
your space
to BE there with you
share
her it’s Their self with you
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yes, how Everything brings forth
the THE bigger story
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it would but here, now, things in just hours are dry.
in the Rain Season it wouldn’t work at all. But now in this Present, perfect.
it was hard to wring this bedspread out, clumsy. Wet and heavy hanging on the line but in no time, it was dry and billowing
i think of you tonight, painting your house
Painting your house.
say it again, painting your HOUSE
i think of this
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It’s not something I ever take for granted…to have a house to live in. 🙂
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one’s long ago i were indian cloth for years , and we had also an indian spread light green and tuquoise we used for a lot of … table cloth pic nic … sun protection for te children on the sand pit for … it makes my smile when i read that more of you had one , we look more the same strong woman ,
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Yes, Maria…’more the same’. If this could only be felt by all.
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I love this Marti. I imagine the picture book “Play With Me” as I imagine you sitting in your spot, so early in your day. An awesome moment for sure.
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Grace, I love that we can come as we are, whenever we can and at some point someone else will come along to chat with us. Rich conversations a cornerstone.
I still remember my early years over at Jude’s when conversations would get going late at night and those chatting would get to that place of ‘giddy’ and it felt like sitting around having a good margarita and laughing your butt off with your besties! While I no longer recall what was being talked about…I remember very well the feeling from those experiences and I will treasure those conversations forever.
The rest of the bedspread story is that this one lone vendor was tucked up against the building, under an overhang. We were returning from a ‘field trip’ to the college mail room to mail the children’s letters to their families. There were 23 children, my co-teacher/friend, another associate teacher, probably a lab student…and over a handful of young ones with behavior challenges. It was a wild trip! She had one of the identical twin brothers and a couple more at her end of the walking rope and I had the other brother and a couple of others at my end of the rope and we coped and we problem solved and pulled tricks out of our sleeves. As we left the mailroom, she was already out one door as I was trying to move my end through another. I think I finally had to pick up one of the girls and carry her. However, even with the trials…the children LOVED this field trip (imagine them getting these letters AT THEIR HOUSES!!). The mail lady was so sweet and their eyes so huge while watching the letters zip through the machine that applied the postage. It was a wonderful, teachable time for all of us.
On the way back I saw the vendor. So as soon as I got off work, I went back on campus to the vendor and bought the bedspread and a silver ring with a sun on it. It was so fun to treat myself on such a busy, stressful, but good day. I wore that ring for YEARS (it’s probably on my blog, way back) and I used to joke that I had the power of the sun, I could handle anything! After a field trip like that one, I was sure I could 🙂
Those were such good times, with good people at a very good school…so many memories. Thanks for bringing them to the surface again.
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Ah-Ha! With lots of ‘searching’, using various words…and revisiting lots of memories…I found my sun ring 😁 Yay!!
The other ring I’m wearing is a little twisted one that I made in high school jewelry (oh much more story there!!).
Thanks again Grace for the inspiration to go looking. (((hugs)))
https://pomegranatetrail.blogspot.com/2013/09/two-quotes-book-and-more.html
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