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Timna – the back ground is for you, because you are completely correct!
My eyeballs are like this: O.0 because they were dilated for an eye exam (distance unchanged, near needs more power) and I can't see anything yet. I am typing by guess and by golly.
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I bought two apples at the farm stand, one to eat and one to photograph. Because I was starving, and I couldn't wait to get home, and take a picture and then eat it.
It is a Macintosh – the first of the season. Hard, crisp, brightly flavored, streaked with a fine green. A lovely thing.
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I keep stubbing my toe on Aerin's absence, when I need to be paying better attention to Alice's continued presence. So. Alice started High School today, only a little twitchy, and actually remarkably cheerful considering the hour of the morning.
She has Latin, Bio, Writing, and Crazy Woman English with Homeric Epithets.
Next semester she's signed up for Geometry, Chem, World History, and some fluffy stuff on alternating days.
Nothing but good times ahead!
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burned my finger on the iron – it surprises me how much I use my left hand
spilled a tray of unfrozen ice cubes on myself and the floor when I went to get something cold to put on the burn
dropped every single spool of thread I picked up
tomorrow is the first day of school – I think I'll turn in now.
I wasn't sure what I was doing for this month, until Kate brought tomatoes for lunch. And photographed them. And after we fell about laughing at the things we could do with a dishtowel, and Alice's new exquisitly soft fleece and the world's cheapest Ott light (and Kate's camera and smarts) I knew EXACTLY what I wanted to do for September.
Because September is a month of harvest.
My plan, and I do have one, is to haunt the farmer's markets for the month. Which should be delicious.
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All of the August circles.
I am particularly proud of the collected-small-pieces circles. And I left the loose pieces on the beach.
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That is a tiny piece of shiny shell stitched to this one. I am having a lot of fun with the textures I dyed with the indigo vat. I haven't checked it to see if it survived a couple weeks of neglect. Tomorrow. Today I spent crossing more things off a giant to-do list.
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Aerin and I staggered off to Amherst to deliver her to her dorm. She had a pile of stuff packed that seemed large compared to her room, but once we got there, she seemed more like the (usual) model of light packing our family values. Her bed is made, her poster up, her computer plugged in, and she and her Commonwealth College cohort have recited a pledge to work hard and be good to eachother. Then we ate in the dining hall, and came home.
It is a whole new stage. It could be a big step, except Aerin never really takes big steps, she just keeps moving, slowly and steadily, by the smallest measurable amount. In math, that smallest amount is called epsilon. Epsilon Girl, off to school two towns over…
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I'm having trouble thinking about the end of summer. I'm for sure having trouble sitting down and working at the computer to deal with these pictures or write anything helpful here. I think this is sort-of vacation still. But I'm still making circles! They are over in Flickr – click this one to take you there….
Lee Thomson 