I put on a warp each month, beginning in December and two in March, and chose weft colors to create two quite different shawls. I have only to sew in the labels. Today, I finished our federal and state taxes and sent them off. We walked the shore for nearly three hours and found sea … Continue reading DONE so far
Month: March 2022
GRAY ANATOMY
Since I began weaving in earnest, I've been rewatching television online, shows I've already seen, or tried to see, when they first aired. Monk. Psych. Just now, it's Grey's Anatomy. How this tree had grown. Sometimes a log drifts onshore and is just too incredible to ignore. But I'm not really all that interested in … Continue reading GRAY ANATOMY
TOWARD JUSTICE
"The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice."—Dr. Martin Luther King. It's raining. I made chili for our lunch. We ate chocolate chip cookies from the freezer. I got the April warp through the reed while watching the ninth season of Grey's Anatomy, which means I haven't seen any of … Continue reading TOWARD JUSTICE
OBJECTS ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR
Before the oncologist spoke to my family, the nurse had already requested that certain procedures be stopped. Daily vitals and turning to prevent bedsores. "We don't want to keep calling him back if he is trying to leave us," she said. I sat beside his bed pretending to myself that I was studying for a … Continue reading OBJECTS ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR
MAJOR AWARD
Wishing that were you. Seriously. In case no one else has shared, the come-back of the year: “I want to thank the Russian Academy for this Lifetime Achievement Award.”That was former secretary of state Hillary Clinton’s response to the news that her name was among those of the people Russia sanctioned today, forbidding their entry … Continue reading MAJOR AWARD
YEAR THREE
I think of March 9th as the start of the pandemic because 9 March 2020 was the day I stopped seeing people, the day I began taking precautions. Gary or the news might tell me we started on another day, in my head it was the 9th. I had shopped in Portland, played Scrabble with … Continue reading YEAR THREE
SMALL
I was often the smallest person in any group, often the youngest too. That age difference changed decades ago, but I am still surprised to discover I am the oldest in a group. I am still often the smallest (my friend Madora is smaller than me, but she's the only one). I have fantasized about … Continue reading SMALL