windthread

and i worked and then went into town to pick this up

 

 

Had thought maybe it might be complicated to hook up,  so wanted to bring it here and figure out before i set it up tomorrow for the Old Cowboy.  But NOT!  Beautiful directions,  clear and a wonderful diagram too.  How GREAT in this day when printed directions are often bizarre.  So,

YAY.  and this is the final piece of the Peace of Mind work of the last weeks.  Ok.  Now we just go.

 

brought in the copper pot and washed

 

added some Cone Flower or Mexican Hat  that Liz used to achieve Blue.  She's gone now for a while but when she gets back,  will talk about it.  I will set it Out Side tomorrow.  This is perfect weather. High 90s,  some 100s in the forecast.  Cloth in.  We'll see.

 

this along the road.  I've never seen it before so will just set the jar Out in the Sun and see if there is color to the water and in the meantime,  look through my Weeds of the West to see if i can identify it.

Tay is doing well i think.   The high dose of pain relief would mask things,  but still,  she is pretty much back to her normal self.   Today is day 3.  Day 5 the dosage is reduced and half the antibiotics gone….then will know more.

 

 

is Here.  Summer.  During this week,  while i entertained my weaknesses,  Summer came.  What WAS voluptuous out there has begun to wane.   Anything Voluptuous now is native and a lot, weed beings.  All the rest are holding their own.  They need 

attention

i had not given it this last week.  I apologize.   I gave water.  It's twice a week time now.  SUNday and wednesday.  OK.  

Fennel begins to bloom for the Black Swallowtail butterflies,  their magical caterpillars.  

 

some kind of squash Volunteer in the compost

 

MOON is becoming Strong

storming off and on today.  At one point just after noon,  it was 90 degrees.  Right now,  at almost 6pm it's 72.  Storms.  Beauty Full storms.

so amidst these fast moving storms and intermittent BEAUTY FULL SUN TIMES,  i just looked.  I thought about how not all that long ago i frequently referred to  "The Unforseen"….as in ,  baring the Unforseen…..

and i thought about how i no longer have that sensibility.  How the unforseen is more common really than the forseen and the known.  

 

 

When i came to the computer this morning,  it worked like usual for about 2 minutes and then suddenly went OFF.   As did the lamp.   So i checked it all out as best i could and well,  there's NO electricity in this end of the house.   And i just thought, well, OK,  it's happened again.    I'll need to find an electrician.  WIND has continued this year to be more than an Entity of early spring,  has continued to be frequent and fierce.  The walls of this old tin house rattle and shake.  Takes it's toll on wiring.  So…loose again.  OK.  Just get it fixed.  ok.   Went out to the albatross and brought in the big extension which hooks the phone and the computer to the kitchen outlets.  OK.  good enough.

and was able to FEED Tay.  No food, no water last night.  She wondered.  But this morning i could feed her and give her the pills in canned dog food blobs which she didn't mind at all.  As the day went on,  i watched her being able to do things she hasn't been able to do since last Sunday.  She was able to bug Chinche some.  Not a lot, but some.

Chinche has enjoyed her reprieve but is good natured about the return of our old Tay.  

Around noon,  Tay was able to carry her antler around.  Then early evening,  she was able to Bark.  It's hard to tell.  The Rimadyl is both an anti inflamatory and also a pain medication.  So it could be that she is a little better,  OR that she can't feel it so much????….why i don't think much about pain medications…..

So, once again,  stuff is Ok enough in this moment.   I try to use it to understand my responses to things,  to Learn.  

I stitched more moon rings  and 

 

looked at these Rocks.  That i like a Lot.  From what feels to be,  Long Ago

 

animals and pre verbal human beings,  ie babies.   And of Course,  i live with 20 non verbal beings.  OK.

I want to say this first because it's IMPORTANT.  This morning Early,  i got lost in my anxiety and called Jan the dog trainer through whom i got Tay.  Asked her to come.  In case.  I have been beyond remiss in working with Tay to get in and out of vehicles.  I am ashamed.  

So she came.  but we didn't need her.  I was able to put Tay's front feet into the hatch back and then the rest of her.  Done.  At the Vet she    "Waited"  till i told her OK to get out and went in…nose to the ground and sat and waited.  When it came time,  she went off with Crystal through the door.

I can barely stand it.  Writing these words.  How so totally trusting animal beings are.  It's painfull.

This Vet Clinic,  there are two,  husband and wife.  Husband i know some from when he's come about the Goats.,  but wife i do not know but he is "out" for a week,  so her and  Tay likes women anyway so she tried to see inside her mouth in several different ways but no,   Tay wasn't going to.

so i left her and she went off,  so totally trusting of Crystal the Vet Tech with instructions to call back at 2 oclock.

Long story short,  but Important,  Tay behaved so so GREAT!  The vet had known her before i got her a year ago and laughed saying she has come such a long long way since then,  how really great she is.  I was glad for Us.  Me and Her that we have added up to something.

so it required a total anesthesia and what could be seen was Beautiful Teeth and nothing in the gums but  a SWOLLEN gland,  like a tonsil with pock marks and two pock marks on the base of her tongue and NO EXPLANATION for it so we are left here tonight with two pill things,  one Cephalex in  an antibiotic and then Rimadyl an antiinflamatory and directions to let her have 4 icecubes at 7 pm to wet her mouth.

it's a Mystery.

I am SO GLAD that she is Home.  Beyond GLAD.  She's HOME.  and we go from here.

 

 

 

where does it begin and end or is that just erroneous    thinking ,  there is NO beginning and ending,  but a constant Something like a pulse and we just touch our finger to it and RECEIVE???????

Somewhere in the stuff of the day i see a graduation address of Pico Iyer somewhere in California and i watched it and he mentions several times Leonard Cohen and so i go from there to U tube and L C's

Hallelujah  oh…spelling and i don't know but Who Cares, really and i listen to a few renditions and there is a link to Who Would Guess,   K D Lang who i love so much and a link to KD Lang on Butchness and i watch that and think that i don't care about any of that i just really DO love KD Lang and also Leonard Cohen

and Kelly calls,  Kelly who has the two doe Goats with the scurs and who is planting fruit trees on her OWN land down south of here and is thinking about rattlesnakes and wondering what i would do if i wanted to live there and we talk

and Tay has something wrong with her mouth and tomorrow i will hopefully have her to the Vet by 1o;30 am

maybe

 

the Wolf is beginning to be here

 

 

really.  What ARE we,  but stories.   

There are so many words that crowd around,  looking for place,  to TELL.

 

Old Cowboy.  Annette,  the Hospice Nurse.  Bill,  Alz B's son.   They each have stories.  

 

Mitch and Karen,  his across the street neighbors.

 

All of us have stories and many,  i don't even know.  Probably never will.

 

 

 

 

Why do we Continue?  

 

a very small piece of weaving that Jude sent somewhere along the line and this last week when i was dusting the Altar i didn't put it back flat and here it looks really,  like a being of some kind and i could make a story of that too

But i came home today,  worn out,  and sat.  Thinking about all the stories,  mine included that i could WRITE,  TELL.

But that REALLY,  Metta.

May we be safe

May we be happy

May we be healthy

May we live

live

live with

ease. 

 

The stories are wonderFULL and GOOD and yes,  but what it comes down to is Metta.  I am beginning to live inside Metta.  

GO LOOK.  juliestockler.blogspot.com    threadingthedog.blogspot.com

 

 

All day Gone.  Home to see that the Mimosa had begun her Blooming.

 

Cooler evening.  Sauce for the lasagna,  tomorrow,  his birthday.  and a Pineapple Upside Down cake made from the Duncan Hines mix.  i made him one once from scratch and he said it didn't taste right.  His mother always used a box cake.  OK.  Ok.  

ordinarily,  i don't need anything special.  Can make do with what there is.

 

 

but then sometimes,  there is a magical thing happening.  Deb Lacativa's new batch of threads that are the EXACT thread for an old cloth of hers that is the MOON on this Wolf cloth….and it came today in the mail and it is so beyond Perfect to say what wants to be said about Wolves and Moons and Running.  

 

 

the Innocence of Bind Weed

 

the first bloom of Calendula in the Morning

 

this piece of some plastic that Always,  at first glimpse in the Morning makes me think…eeeee!  a baby snake !!!!!!  but then i remember.

 

 

there are Some.  Not MANY,  but Some.

 

How Tay gathers the windfall in the afternoon,  running and running until finally settling somewhere and working on the unripe fruit with her bottom teeth,  layer by layer.

 

 

Russian Sage

 

Wind and laundry

 

thread beads.  Black and White.  Normally there would be Seven with an African Blood bead at the end.  Here,  i don't know yet.   M 1130 needs to appear first

 

 

a next Cloth

but…no way to know.  It seems just from what i can kind of Sense,  from the few places i go,  that there is some dis~ease,  some unrest going on in the internet world.  People are feeling strungout and well,  i really can't tell,  because it's all only very vaguely referenced in other people's blog comments,  but none the less….i notice.   And here i am,  making a cloth for a dead wolf and his mate.  Not all that uhhh,  cheerfull?, i guess,  but to me,  it is what makes sense for how i felt about that.  Anyway….an odd day and i decided to experiment and 

DO Nothing.

except what absolutely needed to be done which was to feed things here,  go feed Allan's cats.  Came home and did a long Sitting Meditation,  and it was easy to go a long time and then i did Nothing.  Just to see how that felt.  Knowing i'd have Nothing to offer here and so wondering Why do i keep doing this,  and maybe enough is enough and maybe i am part of that sense of  "over extended" beyond reason…?????   But still, i did nothing but just looking around,  letting mySelf feel what its like to Do Nothing.   I really didn't like it.  

and then 4 oclock something came and something in me that surprised me looked for the Triple Crown which i knew was today,  but hadn't kept close to,  but i DID know and i looked and i watched American Pharoah win the Triple Crown,  watched him run and watched and watched a video that was constantly interrupted by pauses but i watched and when he finished so so FIRST i burst into tears  

and Tay rushed over 

so i don't know what to think about any of this.  And i'm thinking it really doesn't matter what i think.  Stuff is Stuff and yes,  it often is boring here and might even become MORE boring but then that's up to everyone to determine.  It is what it is.