Twofer

 

Very much tidying to do for a while, I looked for a spot to put my laptop - this very instrument of blogging - and put it on the mattress even as I laid the sheets and blankets thinking I would remember. Out into the shed went the sleeping bags, into the Goodwill pile went the bracelets and PJ bottoms - a task checked off the list. Now for blogging about Ramona. Where is my laptop? Not at the table. Not in the bedroom.

Here it is. The couple who owns the house we're buying has an upright piano which will stay, and I put my spinet piano on Craigslist and haven't heard a peep. I had to move it out from under the TV and put it in a new place:

The cats suspected a move and spooked pretty badly.  Through all the foreboding, Ramona, able to focus on canned cat food, still sits at my door waiting for me to walk down the hall toward the kitchen where the canned cat food might be accessed. I walked toward her to fetch some tape and she jauntiy trotted down the hall and under the keyboard of the piano like it was a bower to the food bowl.

Maybe she will be fine.

Hopefully developing self esteem

 

In the whirling, hot malstrom of the beginning, love engenders a desire

A form is born and grows quickly

Joining creation in beauty and terror

Going into the final mystery

Lost Pieces

 

I want to tell you this story. Afraid you might get bored, I'm telling it in third person. She assembled the main characters of the puzzle, then the border, pushing hundred of pieces out of the way to situate the outline. Most of the blue pieces were in and since some of them fit into surprising spots, she only slightly worried about the one by the blue flask in the upper right corner. When the number of pieces left was less than 50, she arranged them according to shape. The puzzling went faster. An outline of a two inny/two outty puzzle piece appeared, and, much to her consternation, nothing in either of the two color categories fit. She looked under the table, around the baseboards, under the laptop and all around - nothing. She checked the vacume canister - nothing. Eliminating most probable causes left her with one. During the border asssembly, pieces seemd to fit where another piece actually fit. And voila! One pesky piece looked OK where it was, but it wasn't the right location. Once she took care of the error, the rest of the pieces flew into place and the picture completed.

Where is the blue flask that had her worried you ask? Forgotten. Two days later, while sweeping the kitchen, she came across a puzzle piece, surely not one of the 1000 pieces from the recently completed one. But yes, she turned it over, saw the blue and put it into the blank spot she missed.

Pattern

 

Moving means bringing necessary and useful stuff and then not finding it. I ordered a printing press and had it sent to another home where I'll be staying for a while.

I couldn't find my favorite carving tool until after finishing the linoleum sheet, then I couldn't find the white ink for too long.

Couldn't find the refried beans for too long too.

One World - Many Timezones

 

I don’t feel like myself until I sleep two or three REM cycles in the middle of the day. Considering the feral, crabby, disappointed self not as real as the considering, making, night owl self. Here is why: for 16 days my hours were busy. Then this happened:

Back to the garden.

Cleaning

 

The reason I run the dishwasher

Spring

 

Purple kitchens are the best