Monday, August 10, 2020


A long day
We both look out
and notice
 the space between,
that we had not noticed before
 balanced, giving room
 a moment in time.

Photographs by NAE ©2020

Sunday, August 9, 2020

Still August

It is still August.
Hot, poor air quality and more days home.
Heat wave and higher fire danger coming next week.

And I'll be here,
doing stuff, watching stuff.
Doing that breathing, in & out

I probably shouldn't be posting,
as I'm grumpy due to a bad asthma day.
But, I have a question...
so I'm here.


I started weaving again, after some time off for clearing.
One weaving is done, three in my mind.
Her favorite color is purple.
I used yarn from Hazel for the warp and strap
and another one for some of the weft threads.
 It turned out very purpley pretty.
(Photo colors not real true)


One of the next ones, should be based on the recipient's favorite colors,
but they are "blood red" and "turquoise"
and I have nothing much in that color department.

This is the closest I could come to her favorites.
The one on the left is lovely and thin, a gift from years ago.
The one on the right is a textured delight from Hazel.
Again, the color her isn't true, but you get the idea.

If anyone has any blood red or turquoise yarn to spare,
I'd love to take a bit off your hands!
These little weavings don't take much.
Little its for the weft, more for the warp and strap.

Oh well. I have some other things to work on while I problem solve.

it feels good to be making for others again.
Really helps in these endless days.

I'm almost done with the clearing project,
but frankly I think I needed a break.

I did find cool and crazy stuff.

Family gloves
Obvious statement

Old poster
Notation on the back of old poster
Four pairs of vintage gloves, two black, two white-ish.
I can't help but think of Mo and what magic she would weave with these.
They're super small, snug on my hands.

I laughed at why that note was even written...or saved for that matter!
What inspired it? Why had it been kept?

I remember those cats so well. I took my son to that library all the time,
until we moved to CA.
It was fun to see them in there.
Such an unusual breed.

Next, news from the patio.
Ritchie the squirrel continues to visit and run amok in the trees.
He discovered the peanuts, which were blown about in the wind.
So, he went on a little treasure hunt!
Yeah, I know, too many squirrel photos,
but what else do I have to do these days?!
Besides, this shows the action!

Lastly, we noticed the little bud beginning to open on the cactus.
It's tiny and so pretty!

May you encourage yourself
May you reach out
May you remember to notice the small things

Photographs by NAE ©2020

Thursday, August 6, 2020


This phrase fell out of my mouth the other day,
bet you can imagine why!
Anyway, that led to a search on the origin of the saying.
I do that a lot lately, research stuff.
Anything that comes to mind can be discovered online.
This leads to a million other things found online.
I find it entertaining, informational, distracting...
all okay with me.

'Congressman, the country is going to Hades in a handbasket. What are you going to do?'

 I'm almost through the bulk of my mom's papers.

It seams that there is more than there really is,

but that's because

I'm taking it slowly, reading, researching.

I'm not rushing through and that feels good.

There has been a wide variety of "her" in no particular order.

I've found some of her teaching lesson plans or party plans for her Jr. High.

Those are filled with song, lyrics changed from popular musicals to fit in the 

happenings and humor of that time and place. 

This landed me at you tube, singing along with old favorites.

What's with the codes?

More things on the calendars,

some inspiring questions never to be answered.


I found more copies of a favorite poem and 

researched two more that she'd included in some lesson plans. 

She was a creative, wonderful teacher.


Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle Received from a Friend Called Felicity

During that summer
When unicorns were still possible;
When the purpose of knees
Was to be skinned;
When shiny horse chestnuts
    (Hollowed out
    Fitted with straws
    Crammed with tobacco
    Stolen from butts
    In family ashtrays)
Were puffed in green lizard silence
While straddling thick branches
Far above and away
From the softening effects
Of civilization; 
During that summer--
Which may never have been at all;
But which has become more real
Than the one that was--
Watermelons ruled. 
Thick imperial slices
Melting frigidly on sun-parched tongues
Dribbling from chins;
Leaving the best part,
The black bullet seeds,
To be spit out in rapid fire
Against the wall
Against the wind
Against each other; 
And when the ammunition was spent,
There was always another bite:
It was a summer of limitless bites,
Of hungers quickly felt
And quickly forgotten
With the next careless gorging.
The bites are fewer now.
Each one is savored lingeringly,
Swallowed reluctantly. 
But in a jar put up by Felicity,
The summer which maybe never was
Has been captured and preserved.
And when we unscrew the lid
And slice off a piece
And let it linger on our tongue:
Unicorns become possible again. 
John Tobias

Forgive My Guilt
—-Robert P. Tristram Coffin
Not always sure what things called sins may be,
I am sure of one sin I have done.
It was years ago, and I was a boy,
I lay in the frostflowers with a gun,
The air ran blue as the flowers, I held my breath,
Two birds on golden legs slim as dream things
Ran like quicksilver on the golden sand,
My gun went off, they ran with broken wings
Into the sea, I ran to fetch them in,
But they swam with their heads high out to sea,
They cried like two sorrowful high flutes,
With jagged ivory bones where wings should be.
For days I heard them when I walked that headland
Crying out to their kind in the blue,
The other plovers were going over south
On silver wings leaving these broken two.
The cries went out one day; but I still hear them
Over all the sounds of sorrow in war or peace
I ever have heard, time cannot drown them,
Those slender flutes of sorrow never cease.
Two airy things forever denied the air!
I never knew how their lives at last were spilt,
But I have hoped for years all that is wild,
Airy, and beautiful will forgive my guilt.

My Papa’s Waltz

The whiskey on your breath   
Could make a small boy dizzy;   
But I hung on like death:   
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans   
Slid from the kitchen shelf;   
My mother’s countenance   
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist   
Was battered on one knuckle;   
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head   
With a palm caked hard by dirt,   
Then waltzed me off to bed   
Still clinging to your shirt.

I've also been off into garden videos on you tube.
They are beautiful and cheery.
Tonight, after thinking about hobbies,
 I landed on these two albums below.
They were childhood favorites.
I still find them funny and know almost every word.

You Don't Have to be Jewish

When You're in Love, The Whole World is Jewish

We've left out a few peanuts for Ritchie 
and his pals,
AKA Ritchie.
He took them, one at a time
and ran off with them.
Then he took a bite out of the cactus!

I really love the sunlight out there at certain times of the day.

Past, Present or Future,
may you find things to feed you and fill your days. 

Photographs by NAE ©2020

Monday, August 3, 2020

Fire, Fire, Fire

There's a fire
Not super close, but close enough to make bad air worse
Like, I've said, I don't quite worry as I did in the old place
(How long will it be the old place and this the new place?)
Peeking down the corridor, see the cloud of smoke?

At any rate, there has been three or more fires in my general 
area in the past week or so
I think I'm loosing track

I found this site while checking the yesterday
There's a lot!

A closer squeeze look
It's fairly breezy

I think of Grace and my sister, 
as they are in higher risk areas

I did put on shoes, takes camera and keys
and go through the three doors
to check it out out back

Doesn't it feel like Nature has gone awry?
I mean I know it hasn't really.
We have fires every year
We have hurricanes, tornados, earthquakes...

Corridor Moon the other night

This darn pandemicpresidentunemployment...add your own concern,
just gets to me some days

Thank goodness for Happy Mail!

Yarn...Thanks Hazel!
Sample Pack...Thanks Liz!
I seem to usually write in a circle,
landing between the ups and downs of life

The Century Plant did not get to live out its lifespan
I was so sad to see this a week ago
My best guess is that it was starting to arc over,
which would have put it right over the entrance to the building
Yikes! Not exactly safe for the seniors and others going in and out

Goodbye Century Plant

I was born!
I'm still wading through the old stuff
slowly, but it IS getting done!
Been deep into my mom's papers,
like her calendar from the day I was born

It's like being with her all over again
Hi mom!

May you stay safe
May you get out
May you go within
May you be how and where you need to be to move through these days

Photographs by NAE ©2020

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Giving Thanks

Thank you, thank you, thank you...

Thank you for continuing to be here with me
Thank you to Hazel and Liz and Marti
for goodies in the mail!
I appreciate your generosity...and YOU!
Thank you to Dana for her last post, which inspires me to keep at it.
Thank you to J. for taking me to our Emma Wood today.
I'm so grateful this is but a car ride away!

While J. put gas in the car, I noticed this fruit on a nearby palm tree.
I've never seen this before, so I'll be doing some reading on that soon!
I've been watching gardening videos at night, so my eye was on the plant life today.
The highway towards the sea, showed overcast, lightly brownish sky ahead.

Many rocks grabbed our attention...
the holey ones ~ one with a barnacle tucked inside,
the beautifully orb-like one,
and the two layered one, 
which reminds me of the way Jude manages cloth layers!

Pretty cool, eh?!

It was foggy and about 30 degrees cooler than at home, 
there were bits of crabs and whole crabs too,
driftwood houses...
and this surf-sailor (forgot the name of this sport) out there...
on the sea, carried by the winds.
That person was out there on the water the entire time we were there!

These little outings are so needed,
but somehow hard for me to go do.
I listen to how high the covid numbers are here in CA
and I never want to leave home, no matter how stir crazy I may be.
Perhaps, the fact that my asthma is tricky on an every day basis,
impacts my viewpoint.
I can emphasize with the respiratory aspect of this illness.

May you get out when you need to
May you spend time with nature
May you remain grateful

Photographs by NAE ©2020