Month: August 2018

31 August, 2018 Friday Morning is here again.  Tea is Jasmine Green and I poured it a bit ago and forgot to set the timer.  Oh Well.  Still steeping.  It’ll be a deep green… Dishwasher emptied, dogs outted except for the oldest, the littlest, the mightiest, and the loudest.  She is shrimped up nestled with […]

30 August, 2018 Thursday Morning is cloudy.  I woke seconds before a text ding from my phone and I knew who and why.  She lives in Texas and 6 am here is 8 am there and she loves to be the text wakeup rooster for her West Coast siblings.  She texted she wished me well […]

29th August, 2018 Wednesday Migrate to a Blog I am not sure how to use but, hey, we’ll try. I dreamt last night the apartment we had to be in was spectered shall we say.  Something dark lived in its space.  Bothered some of us but not others. I was aware of it and watchful […]

28 August, 2018 Tuesday I will continue.  Its good for me. My favorite incense is burning right behind the screen.  Temple incense.  First it was a gift.  A merchant at Christmas, grateful for my pile on her California counter, said,  “Here, I want you to have this.”  It has been quite the gift. I have […]

27th August, 2018 Monday I dreamt last night about a landlady for a place I had to stay a time at had changed a standard treaded staircase to a loft space I used as a temporary office to a ladder with rungs made of reclaimed pieces of irregularly shaped wood which turned as you stepped […]

26th August, 2018 Sunday Its so grey.  There is mist in the air.  65 degrees Farenheit in my kitchen.  Open windows’ breath brings wax wane chill.  Dishwasher swishes the final line of picnic dishes.  Farm Harvest Party last night.  My son in law’s sister’s vegetable farm, the one he weeds and plucks and washes its […]

25th August, 2018 Saturday Farmer’s Market Day 1 I dreamt last night water and sludge were pouring through the ceilings in our house and the way I found out was while I am out with a friend she shows me a photo on her cell phone of my husband standing straddling the counters in our […]

24th August, 2018 Friday Joni Mitchell lyrics running through my head this morning. “Chilly now, end of summer, no more shiny hot nights” “There’s a gypsy down on Bleeker Street/ I went into see her as a kind of joke/ She lit a candle for my love luck/ And eighteen bucks went up in smoke” […]

23 August, 2018 Thursday I dreamt my older daughter had bought three pairs of running shoes and one of them was for me. Other dreams happened, I know they did, but alas my waking morning memory seems to flush them away as I ask my body to be vertical. I was deeply asleep, deeply asleep […]

22nd August, 2018 Wednesday Tea this morning is an Earl Grey with locally sourced fresh honey and fresh goat milk. And when I say locally sourced, the local in locally doesn’t mean within 200 miles. Its right here. The honey I bought at a tiny farmer’s market nearby from a man in his 70’s who […]