It is raining here again, after sunshine yesterday, and temps that tempted windows to open and breezes to blow through the house. The Hutch sits in the driveway still, though it gets the occasional excursion of 30 miles or so. Often, I sit in it and as you may have noticed, lately have been loading photos from old files to new spots in my flickr photostream. Guitar Guy called last week: he survived the winter. He is still insisting beer is good for him, still making plans to get into a place,... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
NOCTURNE This midnight restlessness of mind that drives me room to room is once again awake: when all the world is dark and dreaming it drives me softly, something seeking… A child in the window frame gazing out on night-times’s day, held in thrall by lunar light that casts the night-lands soft and fey… A girl enwrapped in arms, and trance over moths that dash and dance about the silent night-light in the hall-- our fascination for the solitary spot of misplaced sunlight shared-- It is our... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Welcome to my dearest writer friend!
Gerontian is a friend of many years, a poet of considerable skill and talent, and we have long been a writer's group of two. I am so glad he is here for you to discover. Gerontian. I am so glad! http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gerontian/ Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Challenging Unreality
Being online is real enough when we connect and communicate, to minds and hearts. But to the body, it is sitting and tapping, and precious little else, unless you can sneak in some snacking without getting crumbs in the keyboard. I have spent far too much time in this semi-reality, over the past year. I had my reasons; maybe they were good enough. I was invested in something I could only access here, through the keyboard. You, all of you, are part of that... as are my friends and playmates in... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Night Lights
Earthday is celebrated every year with the Procession of the Species, which is later today. I've posted about it before: members of the the community spend anywhere from all year to 5 minutes contriving costumes and masks to represent the Earth and all its wonders, in a mile-long parade through the streets of downtown. Last night was another procession, all about light and illumination. http://www.flickr.com/photos/therovingeye/sets/72157626434748795/ Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Diapers for the Hutch
So--how to solve the leakage problem? The way leakage problems are often dealt with... with diapers. It took a while to determine where the water was coming from, though it was apparent it had something to do with the miserable, saturating rains we have had here the past many weeks. What I did determine, finally, was that I can't get at the problem easily. The water wells up through that 5-inch hole, probably because it has no other outlet but a very slow leak in the outer skin, at the lower... Sign in to see full entry.
nothin's perfick
There is a nasty leakage problem in the hutch... a hidden corner which I discovered a few days ago. The leak comes from a place up in the front of the loft area, where apparently the driver must have banged into something hard enough to make a small dent, and a broken seal. The water gets into a null space under the loft flooring, and has rotted out an area about 5 inches in diameter. It wasn't visible until I actually looked for it, after finding a dampness on the mattress. Of course, I... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Where do you live...?
Actually, as I plan out my travels, I am wondering how likely it is that I will be passing by or staying a while, even, in areas where any other Blogiters hang out. If you'd maybe like to meet up for coffee, or lunch or just to share a walk in the park, send me an email and we can talk about it! Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Yesterday I saw a female robin outside the window. She was tearing into a fallen log of alder, moss-covered and lush from all the weeks of rain. After a moment I saw she was not after grubs, but was snatching up moss, which she flew off with. Ah... spring! This morning I saw where she is building her nest: in the branches of a tree about 10 feet from the ground, and beside my front steps. Right now it is a big soft cluster of green moss, and as time passes and the sun shines, it will dessicate... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, April 11, 2011
learning to live in a small space
When I first began to shift my 'home-sense' to the little motorhome, I wanted to make it my perfect cozy space, with all the elements of comfort and... dare I say, elegance... that wants real wood, not plastic, and joyful little decorative items, otherwise pointless, on display. The space of home is an outward expression of one's inner space. Have you noticed? You go through a cathartic shift in your life, your self, and suddenly, it is time to change around the furniture and toss out stuff last... Sign in to see full entry.