This is Mario, history department work-study extraordinaire, and also was my classmate and tutor in Ceramics III last semester, by pure coincidence.
Only one photo from today – feeling puny.
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Doing this retroactively again. Today’s journal is a little longer because, well…this was my walk home, looking up, forward, and backward.
I don’t recall ever seeing clouds like this. Like shadowy rays from the sun.
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The Back Forty this morning. We needed more snow to cover up this mess!
Shadows and ice crystals on my walk to work this morning.
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By the end of the day, it was cold and rainy.
By bedtime, we had a little bit of snow – the most we’ve seen this winter despite colder temps than usual.
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I worked in the Back Forty putting down cardboard in anticipation of the load of mulch Sandy plans to get from the landfill, and pulled up some vines and weeds. But did I take photos? No.
So, here’s another woven cloth square. I really like this one.
Theo likes the fancy pillows.
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I would not like to live somewhere without a winter because I love seeing the bones of trees against the sky.
I took a bit of a break – sinus problems a little worse than normal, also a sore neck. Theo helped by pressing the fabric I stitched the day before. I used a neti pot, put a heating pad on my neck, and drank blackberry tea all day. The kittens are getting on my nerves with their wildness and so I appreciate Theo’s calm presence. -
Today has been all about listening to “A Thousand Splendid Suns” on CD, watching “Nurse Jackie” on DVD, and soaking up the warmth of the wood stove while stitching. I pulled out this half-finished design from the Abstract-a-licious workshop I took with Lyric Kinard last March.
All the pieces sewn down with tiny hand stitches.
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More squares of mostly denim. I recognize a couple of my favorite jeans here. My plan is to make a sturdy blanket for outdoor lounging.
Sandy and I went downtown to Scuppernong Books, which entranced me so much that I forgot to take a photo. So being eye-level with the traffic light on the parking deck became the photo of the evening.
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The tree is no longer there, but the roots remain.
My friend brings me eucalyptus branch clippings from the farmers’ market and drops them off on my front porch.
