windthread

ok.  bueno.  here we are and an Update of sorts.  

There WAS, indeed, an evil virus.  he described it as having roots.  the root part i liked, but the virus felt to me like VD.  but…now i know.  i will know, for the future, how that begins and will know enough to nip it in it's bud as cruel as that sounds.  

so…we have here, an Updated Windows program.  and Updated Chrome.  an Updated Picasa…what else…i guess that's it with the updates, but then AntiVirus stuff up the wazoo.  all my pics are still happily in their libraries, both Windows and Picasa.  the email remains the original, grace.porvida@gmail.  Stuff's O.K.  

it was the SHOCK of it.  the shock of finally getting a virus…me, who really hardly ever strays from the MotherShip.  who'dve thought????  alas.  and the SHOCK of the Windows 7 update…how it has changed everything.  nothing is in it's place that i'd created for it over the years.  and Chrome…well, it is Chromie.  whenever favorite color came up during my marriage to my children's father, and ?what is his favorite color?, chrome.  he was/is a chrome kind of guy.  me…weeds.dirt.compost.  anyway  so, now to figure out how to Just Go.  i have been able to seperate all the entities at work here.  identify what they do.  Windows 7.  Google Chrome.  Picasa. TypePad.  for some days, it was a blur.  or, really, kind of GAP…a blank space inbetween what was, what became, what no longer was and what i couldn't get to.  an odd gap.   

a couple times i thought i'd figured it out.  but i still have Not.  today, new pics will not download.  this is a BIG DEAL.  but i DO have Confidence that i will be able to figure it out.  it's not Everything, but, Windows7.  so.  ok.   breathe in and exhale.  ok.

and you know what was the WORST??????  that the screen saver that was a pic of my daughter was gone.  so….like Her Herself, now her pic is gone too.  it was a pic of her on my son's back tiny porch when he and his woman tried to live in Albuquerque for a while (it didn't work).  and we were All there (that isn't often) and my son's woman Heather made us the most excellent Margarita's and we were All together but privately wondering about the Unforseen…each in our own hearts…

isn't that funny????as in odd?  that something as plain as a screen saver can throw someone off the edge into a

GAP??????

and while all this has been my preoccupation, this 

has happened.  the young cottonwoods…there are two….one by the buck pen, one by the doe pen…both…are LEAFING.  this is their 3rd year.  the third year is the year of BEAUTY.  the first is totally ify just in general.  the second depends on what environmental happenings occur…length of season, draught conditions caused by degree of heat etc.  but if those first two years just go…the THIRD YEAR is a burgeoning of fierce energy and growth that MIGHT carry that plant being through all kinds of Unforseen.   I take this as a good sign.

and i love Everyone for hanging in there.  Really.  it's You All that are on the other side of the Gap. Thank You.

 

 

closer.  

just to see what happens.  Everything is Different.  and nope….the supposedly new and improved

google chrome

does not go to Picassa for pics.  this is a bummer.  

ok.  am going outside.

but…everything was changed.  new program new and deadly virus protection.   So, now i am clean again, but cannot post pics.  oh well.

 

 SOOOOOO.  it's evening.  Patricia and i, on TELEPHONE…that old method of communication, got an inch forward.  Help Ticket is In to Typepad.  so.  Wait.   maybe that's what it's all about? Waiting?  giving up any notion of immediate gratification?  Who Knows.   I'd Rather Be Just Going.

 

 

crickets.  dark. 

this is mid day.

and Julie…some where…during the day….This Happened!!!  Look!, Meera!  OH!

does she stay

on her own cloth?  or do these cloths become one? 

i don't know.

and a long phone thing with K, my  old friend/mentor/partner with bookstore/wife of Cas and i am pretty much stunned tonight with the beauty of how things are.  and in the distance, dogs bark and fight and close up, crickets sing.  and i planted seeds.  i planted seeds.  seeds.  food and flower.  and the Goats watched.  they don't wonder stuff.  they just Watch and Know.

 

 

 

and how it always begins…..moving around…..

back door…pinned to the very very THIN and FINE linen curtain found at the Thrift Shop a few weeks ago

the west window..pinned to the heavy silk that has been hanging over the curtain for a couple years now.  also where Julie's bustier has been living…which is now on the Wall for a while

on the heavy silk moved to the back door

and now, we wait.  and look.  as long as it takes.

i had set up an additional clamp light.  brought in the fan, in case it was too warm in here for the computer guy.

and this morning i looked at it all.  thinking about how people are.  thinking how some don't call.  thinking about something that happened in the past keeps them from calling and saying "I can't".

There is the little HOUSE icon for home page.  when i click it now, this is what appears.  Yes, it is true.  the only thing functioning really is typepad stuff.  and this somehow reassures me.  Home Page.  yes.  not the other one with email, WikiHow, Spanish Word of the Day, News,  but  Student Links.  my Real home.  yup.

everything is Quiet here.  waiting.  I love these altar cloths.  no need to say more.  just that i love making them.

and still…following Jude in the What If Diaries, right now the White on White, there is this.  the onionskin dye.  on the curtain….just so loosly stitched, but stitched perfectly enough.  i look and look and look.

and still………that crazy White on White mend.  that some One like me………..some one like me, made and how it just makes me feel so uh, well…just So.

and the young locust.  this is her 3rd year.  she might BLOOM.  who knows.  we'll see.  but makes me kind of crazy too.  i feel like maybe a deer or a giraffe, or! a Goat maybe.  the urge to EAT these succulent newnesses

and the first pot of 2013.  new leaves from the Mexican Elderberry.  there is cloth under them.  unsure if there is enough Heat yet.  but, here we are.

All is well.  

 

i stitched

the word  Coordinates  would not go away.  these fragments would not go away.  so…ok.  i looked up coordinates in the dictionary and i like two of the possibilities, but neither is exactly right, or maybe a combination of both?

any one of a set of variables used in specifying the state of a substance or the motion of a particle or momentum.

any numbers used in specifying the location of a point on a line, a surface, or in space.

maybe combining those?  adjusting just a little?  but these "coordinates" will stay.  and once they are stitched down, this altar cloth is finished.  there is a lot of "listening" involved with making these.  it's different.

and the computer guy in town was supposed to call me around 6pm when he closed his shop.  Nothing.  and i remember back to once when i took my first one in to his shop.  i'd bought it from him.  and he is beyond overextended with work.  it took forever.  he kept saying probably tomorrow.  there were a lot of tomorrows.  but now, it's nearing dark and i am over the initial SHOCK of suddenly things Changed.  i will get used to it.  i just feel like i am cut loose…just well, i don't know.  Maybe he'll come tomorrow?  maybe not.  and this takes me back to before Spirit Cloth which was i guess 4 give or take years ago?  i was into Sharon Astyk then…the Depletion  and Abundance woman.  i was working to become as Minimal as possible.  live by the skin of my teeth…and love it.  interesting how much has changed.  then, i would not miss email really.  i would have written letters.  pen to paper.  i did have a phone.  Now…i am connected to All of You.  All of You have become a part of my life.  interesting.

So…i do not have any email at all.  i can connect to Typepad things…for the moment.  but am aware or wary, that could change any minute.  odd little things have come and gone of their own accord all day.  so…i really have no idea.

but here it is.  a very different kind of day.  Wind is here too and has a different sound to his Voice.

Love to all………………

 

this email may (may not) work

graceforrest3@gmail.com

i may not have ANY email now???????

could be graceforrest3  or not????   i have NO homepage place

i do not know what to do.

i think i'll give up. at least for now.

this second altar cloth is a challenge.  the first had the dramatic imprint in the center.  here, there is just center.  as i said…though trying to remain as empty as I can, in my center, while stitching,  i need to say that there is the image of Cycle,  Migration,  Natural Patterns here.  and as i work, i wonder if there is too much of that.  Sun and Moon, ok.  they are what Everything that we are and know rises from each day of our lives.  Sun and Moon.  Earth and Sky.  yes.  but beyond that ?

these small bits are just pressed to the cloth.  that thing of "story board",  flannel boad.   i am looking long at them.  what is it i Intend by their inclusion?  do they have Real place here?  or….am i just uncomfortable with a completely empty Center? 

something is wrong with my Gmail…email.  i tried today to accomodate Google's constant urging to upgrade my Thing.  i clicked and clicked to arrive at Google Chrome.  what i have, is email that doesn't work.  so…patience.  maybe i can go back to the old way that actually did work, though they kept telling me it was no longer supported?????  anyway…just so you know.