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and feet.  yes, even legs.  

and i like very much how this cloth holds its own on the Wall.

I'd like to THANK EVERYONE, SO MUCH for weighing in, here.  has been very important to me.

in Jude's diaries…there was some discussion about Communicating.   and Dee wondered:  "I guess another question could be:  is this communicating what I WANT it to communicate? (because absolutely everything we make communicates SOMETHING, even if made casually, unconsciously, or without clear intent)"

and  through the making of this cloth, i wondered:  am i trying to communicate something or am i simply creating image.  or, really, am i just satisfying some urge or need even,  to see what happens with no real intent or direction and 

Leave the story to the viewer.

i think it's that.  the elements of this cloth are strong.  all of them.  i could tell you a story easily, but then i could tell you a different story, just as easily.   and you All have told me stories too.  and i think i like it that way.  it IS a story, but a story that can be many things to many people.  and this is good.

so, Julie,  here you go.  will send into the Mail in the morning….Love……

 

might make good sense to celebrate.  do something special.  but..not.  it was a Necessary Just Going day.  i worked long on the swamp cooler.  chipping away at the sediment that the water leaves.  cleaning the pump,  cutting and inserting the panels that this year are some kind of creepy blue plastic stuff instead of the shredded aspen.  which is Kinder?  why use either?  if the Goats are just experiencing the heat, why don't I?  why do i make it cooler?  

Swamp Coolers are evaporative coolers.  they are placed in a window.  there are little spikots that drip water onto panels of the 3 side walls and a fan whirrs inside to evaporate this dripping water and cool the air.  they are actually amazingly efficient in very hot dry places.  they use about as much electricity as a fan and really not much water at all.  maybe as much as a very fast shower.

and in between that,  i spent some time thinking about this:

i got a good start here.  got Familiar with it,  got in a place with it that i know everything about doing it.  got a feeling for the Center which reminds me more and more of a …..Vagina.  and i guess i'll use that word.  never did really like it much.  when the kids were little we called it a coochie most of the time.  sometimes a twat.  which i really like better than vagina.  once,  i remember my son listening in on a conversation between his sister and me and being somewhat superior, saying "it's NOT a coochie, Mother, it's a Bagina"  ok.  and one of my granddaughter's grandma's on her dad's side calls it a cooter cat.  i kind of like that too.  so…anyway, it's looking like whatever.

and i did Goat things and that was good and then i took the time to sit a minute and Look UP

 and it will work.  the first question that arose was…What do other people DO when they wake up? What will I do?  if i can't sit and stare off, drinking my coffee and rolling then smoking a cigarette?  and this first question led me to know more about what the cigarettes do for me.  they are a DOING.  rolling them, smoking them, staring off  and really, inward.  i will need to do that a different way.  ok.

the clouds were so low it felt like i could reach up and move my hand through them.

 the words and the pics are out of order.  but…i do not have the wherewithall to change that.  so, we are going to just go …. with what is here, as is.  ok.

 

 

 

 

a day.  actually sticking the tiles on.  before that, finish painting.  Painting the little wall, by the morning chair, in front to the side of the Wood Stove.  of no consequence in this season.  or……???

there is Wind today.  Good Wind.  Strong but Good.  i tried to catch the movement of it in these pics, but no…each leaf is caught…still…

there are many Mallows.  mostly pink.  some orange.  outside the fence, a White one.

i like to smoke cigarettes.  i roll my own.

on that small wall, by the Morning Chair, near the Wood Stove, that i painted today 

now hangs this.  just two layers…a damask, dyed with something out There, i don't remember, and under that some tea dye harem cloth.  the damask has some sort of monogram in the center but backwards, you can't decipher.  i started to kantha it.

What if i did this, kantha this, instead of smoking cigarettes?  What would that be

like?

 

somewhere toward late day i thought that i had Nothing to "show" for this day.  all too fragmented and unremarkable.  but then, i downloaded the camera.

i figured out where the "center" was.   since NOTHING is straight or even,  how do we know where to begin?  so i figured it out.   and as you can see,  i couldn't bear the shiny stuff.  i put it on FreeCycle here in town and the person who responded to wanting it turns out to be the president of the Socorro County Fiber Arts Guild.  she is nice.  they meet every second saturday of the month.

anyway…this is better.  it's called Indio Slate.  so this.

and i cleaned.  i don't do that a lot.  not that i don't like it when it's all spiffy, but when i look at the priorities, cleaning under and behind the futon couch drops down.  but i did.  and i found stuff from when Julian was here, that was last August.  his  "special telescope",  a wooden block with the letter J,  his flashlight that we looked all over for.  and this

he was very interested in it.  a piece of Abalone that i found in a box of stuff at a garage sale maybe 30 years ago in Ann Arbor.  he studied it long and said,  " is this You?, Old Nana?"  i said yes it was.

anyway, there it was down in a crack behind the couch with the telescope flashlight and wooden J.

some stuff that can GO.

and finally,  i brought some scrap feed to use as mulch on the cucumbers.  they have been wilting at the end of the days.  it's been 90.  going to be 100 next week.  we'll see how scrap feed works.

and next to the cucumbers, the Purple de Milpa Tomatillos.  i won the blue ribbon at our county fair for my Purple de Milpa Tomatillos a few years ago.  i was tempted to hunt that ribbon down so i could take a pic.  but then…that's in the Past.  these are Today.  but ……

this last one is Caroline, mother of Jude's Magic who can be seen behind her.  she is due to kid two days after Lucky Star.

and as i put these pics here, i thought…there is enough here for FIVE women to do.  so, even, this much, even This Much,  is 

accomplishment.

and i can be glad.  i can say now at the end of this day,  with Sun almost at the Rim,  that it was just a very good enough day.  nothing Remarkable, but a very good enough day.  so, O K.

 

cloth visits chair

and something new….another Surprise…..   i wasn't sure, but yes.  it stays.  the Very red thread bead in the kantha corner.  ok.

~ Evening~

the Nighthawks are finished.  Cloud is finished.  the Orange is finished.   a question remains.  does she have feet?  why do i want her to have feet?

the old cowboy will inch his way to the doctor appointment.  it's going to be a long day.  a lot of his verbalizations are lines from John Wayne movies.  he has appropriated them as his own.  for instance,   when he sees a slight shift in the sidewalk ahead, like a crack, he stops and will say "Dangerous territory, gal".  

so this morning, because you never know,  i secured the little blue.  invisible stitch.  and also, Her. same way.  

 

 

i opened one of the windows last night when the storm was brewing.  Big Wind.  went out to do things and when i came back, the Wall was all in disarray, stuff having blown off or dangling.  i got it all back up but suddenly saw that the little blue orb was missing!!

those 3 baskets of cloth there…i looked carefully on the surfaces, down behind the toy box. nope.  so before i went to work this morning i took EVERYTHING out of them, shook and shook.  no little blue.  Sad, i went to work.  a while ago, i started to look again.  maybe blew further than i imagined.   behind the dresser?  into the hallway?  and as i was standing there, i looked into the basket on the dresser next to the crow and 

ta Da!…safe and sound.  so now i know what it feels like if little blue is gone.   not ok.

first hollyhock this year.  they are late.  but here we go.

 

 

 

 

and then i invisibly basted the cloud down.  and i think i don't like it that way…too uhh, tight…  where did the wispyness go???

ok…trying to figure out how to move things around on this computer and i made some things happen that took seemingly forever to Undo, so….i thought i might just be able to do it in a way that i know.

Yes!  worked well enough!!  THIS is Marti's Chili powder cloth…the intense depth of color that she will work, undaunted,  to find a way to repeat and hold the coloUr.  Chili powder.  just AMAZING.

and equally undaunted, this oh so loved Earth gave me this single moment this morning…as if in response to Marti's cloth

i did Nothing to change or enhance this moment caught on the camera…it is exactly as it happened out there…that something about the physics of Light in New Mexico.   sometimes so surreal.

now off to a day OutSide

so…much of today was a true mix of extra~ordinary and Ordinary.  so much so, it was hard to tell the difference.  but for the Ordinary, i went to visit Betty at the Old Folks Joint.  Everytime i go it seems i make a new friend.  today it was Celia.  she is ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR YEARS OLD.  

104 years old.  Bright minded.  Celia.

and there was a LOT of Extraordinary cyber exchanges.  laying fibers across the terraine.  they pulse.

and on a sudden urge, i went to the hardware/lumberyard and bought some cheap self stick tile for the kitchen…faux saltillo.  it looked kind of OK in the box's window….but getting it home, oh…eee, it's shiny.  Yikes.  

it might scuff up ok…?  oh, eeeee.

and some extra Chore Boys for scrubbing the Goats water bowls.  it's gotten    HOT   and there is an algae,  that's a nicer word than scum.  but there's that that needs to be dealt with at least every other day.  although the water itself appears to be pretty clear,  the Goats will stand there, staring into their bowls as if to forsee the future…staring staring staring…  They LOVE brand new clean and spiffy water tubs.  and I LOVE to watch them, after scrubbing them out and then filling filling filling with the hose and they line up, sometimes nice and sometimes not so nice but they wait and then drink…their lips submerged and forming an o like the orifice of a straw and they DRAW in water, loooong, loooong, looooong until it is Enough and then look Up at me.  my heart beats with this exchange…  i just Love to watch them drink.

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