- it's the one that lives next to me on my left. on the bench here at the Table. acts as a side table to hold the drawing board which holds the calendar, sometimes the drawing book, and always that Life Basket we see here so often. it lived in the spring st. house in Ann Arbor and drove with me in Fern, the 1975 Ford Econoline van to New Mexico. And back. and then back to New Mexico. And then to California in a UHaul Truck.
- the Threads. are usually on the table in their own basket….just there, to help me live. they are not just thread but Things to me. They are butterflies, flowers, trees, grasses of here and New Mexico, they are the Rio Grande River, the Rim of the World there. Lizards and praying mantis, crows, moths and human figures, the doings of those human figures, and rocks and stones and through it all, FEELINGS and the earth, the earth , the earth upon which all those doings and feelings play out. They will come back to their own small basket on the Table where they can breathe. Till Next Time.
- One more thing about This Time. That day we came back, that they insisted we must, Jenny left work early again and we met at Home Depot. They'd taken their measurments and had a piece of delux plywood cut. Brought all the needed tools and bateries from both homes, the fence cutters etc and in the far parkinglot DID the repair of the floor. My daughter. My granddaughter. Ample and Strong.
and the Garden has died. the days of no water, 100 plus temps. i'm not ready to say anything more.
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