i remember when i saw this amidst so many others…just a piece that was torn  loose,  i thought at first it was just threads.   but looking at it… if  someone tried weaving this..recreating it…..they might come close but could never achieve the complete unselfconsciousness of it…the wildness of it,  it's gracefullness,  aliveness

  my joy,  my pleasure,  my happiness.    i don't know how i came across this.   I wasn't looking for anything like it,  for any kind of storage thing?????   or maybe i was looking at the Giant Zip Lock bags  i have and somehow Amazon got it right and just knew how to hook me? …

some ink   some pencil Ready.  Letter written,  in envelope.   Will send to Wendy,  she'll pass it along.   the Thread remains strong. Beauty FULL   Full Moon  rising  

8 am.   Ken's Paradise Hitch and Welding.   919 Easy St.  Paradise California.   That's EZ in the left bay. i'd made the appointment 3 weeks ago.  Waited.   Today.   Set the alarm for 4 am so i could get in 2 cups of tea and Goat Feed and out of here by 7.    Out of here…

  down at the creek today    came back and looked for this.     Do i miss making larger Cloths?      yes.

  holding,  touching,  just looking,  but mostly breathing and looking and sometimes  "giving" different scraps…just to see them there….that old Sunday School flannel board kind of thing.    I like that.  There were many today but Typepad will only allow two pics at best,  often only one.   But i put things with  "her",   "they",   …

decide…pencil,  as is    or  ink.    and then  more lizards.   see the one little one at the bottom?    More.   a  tiny Skink at B Garden watermelons.    A Very Good day.  

off and on….i held this Cloth today.   Touching.   Early in the morning i turned it over and on the Other Side i saw…under the root stitches that it also said the month of August.    it is so dry.    it smells of DRYness….walking around.    They almost finished the Capture addition to Jack Flash's…

again.   i wish i'd penciled a date on the back…when this first occured.   so i might guess,  backwards,  what might have been happening then.   Because seeing it today…it is the Story of     Today.    But it began a long time ago.   In the morning, i'll date it today and then before that a question…

Where ever we were,  Puppy was present.   I should have told her  Puppy's story.   a True story.   About coming here.  Next time.  Sleepovers allow for a lot of stories.   I just realized that.   Becoming Four,  it's time.  She is Ready for them.