Monday, December 5, 2016

Back in the saddle


As though I never got off...Bellingham does not change though I see it all  somewhat differently than before I left, and am un in love.
Stella and I went to the ferry terminal to see the ginger bread house competition, then for lunch. The only thing that has changed is Stella's new hair do...not the one in the blue dress...but similar in that she is blonder! I guess she does not mind that her IQ may drop a few points...her hair is way cute, being blond...




So, here am I, back in the damn saddle again. realizing also that Mr. Man moves at dead snails pace usually, so I am hoping for more national disaster to move him along.

I feel like these children, somewhat...knowing that it might be delicious but must be patient. 


Sunday, December 4, 2016

80 days, 65 stairs plus 21


My little attic flat at the top of the stairs housed me well. though the 65 stairs up plus the 21 stairs from the back entrance through the garden just about undid me especially after days of walking around London. Some days I had to just stay in the attic, eat biscuits and drink tea all day, fool around with paints and watch BBC. A sanity saver through the vile and horrid USA election shenanigans. And then, Badda BOOM.the results....Erik had come over for ten days, we went for a long walk, we went to a pub,  shock. dismay and despair. so glad he was there with me.The distance from the toxic shores of amurka .the  gentility of  London softened the blow somewhat - afforded us a little reprieve, perspective. We entertained ideas of how to  leave the USA altogether. Erik sent out his reel and got back four replies immediately, and one job interview the next morning in East London, They loved his work and wanted to hire him BUT because of stupid BREXIT they are being held in limbo. That interview was at least encouraging...and then Erik went to Amsterdam to see friends , more encouragement that life on that side of the globe is preferable.

When I arrived back in the HAM, Mr. Man surprised me , agreeing that the most sensible thing to do at least for the next eight years would be to flee this broken, toxic county, the Nazis, the orange vitriol, the everything wrong with humanity taking full charge -  terrifying.  We just have to weave together the many loose ends, get sorted...It is the carrot in front of our donkey and cart at the moment, a motivator.  Time and organizing skills will tell , properties to sell, stuff to unload, daunting but do-able. we could get hit by a speeding  train tomorrow, one never knows but this plan is keeping us from playing on the tracks . For now we are optimistically looking to the future ...elsewhere.

Friday, September 9, 2016

Blown to the bone,Burn your love


 I think that Burning Man has got to be  be for the young. It is harsh camping with people you do not know, "showering" with wet wipes, my favorite!
 The desert - a wild thing , slapping everything above ground with the fury of white,hot, dry sand, in the midst of humanity's  temporary wonderment/art/ performances/ temples of the heart, and spirit. There is no money, no barter, just what you bring to use and give. A lot of giving goes on. It takes at least a year to prepare. It is most certainly NOT a comfortable holiday. Not a Hallmark sentimentality in pastels bearing a sweet  generic message,  ...the desert is like-..." I am what I am, welcome, I will give you stunning  sunrises and colorful sunsets, I will try to  kill you, I am indifferent, survive if you must, I don't care. "

Erik has reported that it was the BEST .
On so many levels. AHHhhhh youth.

Remember when love was a super power- it was all that mattered, We would DIE for love and we  were on our best behavior to make sure that it did not get it's feelings hurt.. We would feed it the best of the stuff in the pantry. All the jam! All the jarred summer peaches.We latched on  hard to love.
We sang songs to that effect, growing old, together - when I'm 64...and all that. Time sneaks up -.  cells  replace the old ones several times over.Love like that changes- Like the Playa, once a lake ,married to the sun and  the wind,  baked and  blown to the bone, changing every moment , what better place to have a HUMAN happening of the most incredible temporary art, life, loving . Pretty great metaphor- Burning Man!!  Some say it's all about love.Some say it's all about art, some say it's all about life/death,/rebirth condensed into fourteen days. I have no idea , I have not gone there. Yet.

SO, I say, if you are not dead ,  do stuff, dress funny, be burning man- esque (with a real shower). pull the plug , loosen the stays, sing loudly and off key! Love has come for you! It's not romantic nor is it narrow,  it is not idealistic ,but ,it may be  the real deal . It is a gushing, unattractive, weeping, snotty thing, pathetic before the temple, ( which houses ashes of loved ones, wishes for the world, photos of the happiest of days,)- as it burns to the ground.

 I must go sometime before I get too cranky, Or before I toss gasoline around my match box...just for effect.
Erik says I would love it. He did have the BEST TIME!!! Renewal!
So-.who's game? I do not know how to go about actually going to Burning Man, but I do have wet wipes, it's a start...




Thursday, September 8, 2016

Burn Boy, and afternoon with Stella


Erik returned after 14 days in the burning man desert, mind blown across the desert every day. Had to go to work directly without decompressing. Poor lad.


Stella and I went out this afternoon for tea and cucumber sandwiches.
The old pay phone that used to function , just stands there doing nothing . A Twilight Zone item. A curiosity for tourist's photo ops.


A gin and tonic, getting ready for England. Requires some measure of practice!
 I am trying to perfect my  G&T skills!




Quiet day in the neighborhood. "World Famous Scones" not really!


Already I am thinking to lose my return ticket.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

petal catchers and This is how it is done

  Large leaves beneath the Dahlias, reluctant to let the petals  fall, hold them until the next storm, clinging to the last bit of summer, I am in their court, fond of summer, not looking forward to the long dark rain filled days that last FOREVER! The furnace has already roared to life, the leaves are changing, the crisp grass unfurling in the rain, so thirsty... unsympathetic, I crave more summer, more dry heat. 


   gravity will take all of the petals , the wind will blow and the rain will pelt, and that will have been another  glorious summer gone. 


This will be how we do it, The water will be too cold in the lakes, forget about the bay entirely. We will make do, until winter has it's way and moves on.



AND this is how magic works...The amazing parcel in previous post was very slow getting here, I wrote to my friend, in a worried tone, that it had not arrived. She made a wish and just as the Fed Ex man stumbled up the stairs, a rainbow occurred over my Friend's head on her island on her beach, all the way across the country. Time/thought/love are not measured by distance. All is just right! Wishes - efficacious, if you know how- and you happen to be a magic person! This is her rainbow shot from her phone. Lovely!


Today I am tying up loose ends . There was an earth quake last night, right under Stella! 
A good time to go on a trip, This area is long over due for a major quake, the little ones are good to ease the earths shifting incrementally , but, yes, they make people a little bit nervous.

Monday, September 5, 2016

leaving behind


Leaving the deer in the yard and the cabbage moths on the leaves. Already lost my crow , I heard a murder in full fury one morning and on the deck was my crow with his buddies flocking around, encouraging him to get up and fly!!! He had been wounded. Somehow he made it to my window on the deck. He fell between the rails to the ground below and hopped over to our neighbors bushes, A little while later There was Mr. Cat all plump and satisfied, cleaning his paw by the bushes. I know what happened, I am so sorry that it did.
The crows have snubbed me ever since, They hold me accountable I guess.



Packed now and ready for my grand escape, Two little carry- ons for three months stay in London, but it is not like there are no shops in London, whatever I am missing I am pretty sure I can find there.

Since I am staying for a longer time I might have time to pop up to Norway to see my friend Lizzy, this is her shed which she covered with traditional Norwegian weaving. A side trip to Norway would take some planning , she is traveling also. And since this trip for me is all about NOT planning I may have to check that one off of my list.


I could pop over to Venice for a one nighter, which would be all it would take to get my Venice fix.


Or pop over to Paris for a day, Paris , my least favorite city.
I could do  a lot of things, I suppose, since I am in the neighborhood, I doubt I will, however, London entertains me sufficiently!


Now that I have re-opened the blog door, I likely will not blog from London, I am only taking my IPAD, which does not allow me to blog, I can read yours, but I can not leave anything.
I will be going to art stores and picking up things to play with , maybe a journal for drawing what I see instead of photographing , That will slow me down to a crawl, the time will fly and I will return to the Ham in time for the worst weather and the crazy Christmas season.
If you said, "Oh, well then, you should stay longer..." I would easily be talked into it!
It's just money, right?

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