Reflections
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.
I saw a lot of great reflections today. I also managed to dodge the rain. I did get lost once (completely not where I thought) and misplaced another time (one intersection off) which added 5 miles to a trip I underestimated anyhow.
The best part was swooping downhill for 5 miles back to the car. Even if it wasn’t where I thought I’d left it. I came down a different road. But I got back.
old things
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.
And these are all things I saw on my bike ride today.
35 miles, from Brattleboro to Northfield, MA and back; down one side of the river, and across it, and back up the other side.
What better use of a screamingly gorgeous day?
July 4
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.
I finished these sometime on Saturday, sitting in front of the computer rereading the directions for Kitchenering on Knitty.com – thank goodness for the Internet.
July 2
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.
dots, big ones –
Al’s company was giving away m&ms in little adorable boxes, and when the conference was over they had a ton of little boxes left. And they said I could have them. So I brought them home, and wanted to make things to put into the boxes, like these.
They still need something. Like beads. Or something.
July 1
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.
Mostly I haven’t been making things because I have not applied myself.
so.
I have a critique group on Friday, and I wanted to have something new to show, so I finished this piece today, after being rained out of a riding lesson.
to quote Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
It is pretty quiet around here. Alice is with my mother, sailing in the mornings and organizing the neighborhood children in the afternoons. Aerin is enjoying having no commitments for a week or two, and sleeping and reading and (at the moment) watching Brannagh's Hamlet. Which she wants to chase with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. Al is kibbitzing on Hamlet. I am going back to my room to work on a new piece, because I have to take something to my class on Friday.
Dad: so, are we done with Indiana?
Alice: which one is that?
Aerin: Indiana Jones and the Cursed Shiny Box
Dad: not cursed so much as protected
Aerin: whatever – touch this and we melt your wax double
Somewhere online is a group called Bloggers without Remorse. Their fundamental tenet is that the author should not be apologizing all the time for not posting more often, because other stuff happens. And many times, the other stuff is much better that whatever is going on online.
So I've been busy, and distracted, and the only reason I am writing anything at the moment is because I cannot go out in public with the appalling case of Novocaine face that I am sporting. My lovely dentist thoroughly numbed my face before deep scaling and root smoothing, for which I am grateful. But I can't talk, smile, drink or chew. So I am kind of hanging out, knitting on some socks, until it wears off enough that I am not a drooling, food spewing, numb faced person anymore.
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Originally uploaded by Storm.
I didn't take it, but isn't it grand?
As usual, click the picture to see the photostream. In this case, a photodocumentry of the Strolling of the Heifers 2009, by someone who calls herself Storm. Leave nice messages for her!
Lee Thomson 