I got some roving. Ready to spin, there are no more excuses for why I can’t do it. It is almost yarn. In spurts anyway.
Who is going to be my model for portrait shots for next week? I think I will have to pick some people at a place. Like the ferry.
A Sort of Eulogy
October 15, 6 days after Beffa died: I opened my half gallon of Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream and thought of Beffa. She used to call or stop by, climb my stairs and knock and send Tippy into a twirl and ask me if I would like to eat some ice cream with her if she brought it over, and she would go to Aldrich’s and get two half gallons, I’d get us bowls and put a little from each flavor. She would tell me I had to keep it so I did. Today I thought of her and I’m sad. I will always think about her and ice cream that I bought at Aldrich’s.
Such tiny flowers I found on the sidewalk. So I had to take a picture of the mother bush.
When I first moved out here to the opposite side of the country, I decided to make a website that would have a “digital portfolio” so I could apply to big-time high-paying high-times big-paying part-time jobs in Seattle. It only took me two years to get it to the point I could put a link to it in a job application.
I have written more than my heart can stand for the past three days.