Well, having one’s neighbors, who have been granted legal residency, snatched off the streets of New York by masked men in body armor, and disappeared to Louisiana … and then, praise be to the Goddess and the ACLU, the poor woman is not disappeared, and the nation’s not lost yet …  it is all very…

What can I say?  I just haven’t felt like it.  I have been working on things.  It’s just that writing about them seems so pointless, banal, in the face of other things.  And I didn’t want this blog to go political, which would attract trolls.  Do I need that grief? I can take some solace,…

I suppose I have been busy enough. This is about two weeks’ output. I spent the most time on the Burgundy: four yards of, I’m sure there’s a term specific to Japanese braiding, but I’m calling it warp (as in weaving) for the time being. This here is a spiral braid. The raised edge is…

I signed up for an expensive weekend at the Conference of Northern California Handweavers, taking place this year at Asilomar, on the California coast, north of Big Sur, a very nice venue.  It’s in April.  A great deal of the program this year is hand weaving, but the organization shelters all manner of other fiber…

It’s a proper habit now, that arose from an unhappy contingency, some months back when I still owned the Honda: a 2005 Honda Accord, gold in color, and my first car dwelling.  It died a protracted and anxiety-ridden death (and I must try to avoid that with the Subaru), and late last year, it could…

… says Toitilly. I put the mop cap on him for a cute picture. He is not amused. A Toitilly has his dignity to uphold. This is the thing I accomplished last weekend, or was it the weekend before? The mop cap for the Dicken’s Faire next year is finished.  It is a lovely, non-stressful…

… the ceramics studio under the stairs, and accompanying rat trap.  A person could go all metaphorical about the state of the nation, but I will spare you.  I’m pleased that the space, the sunken courtyard, is as I remember.  That end of the courtyard likely gets next-to-no foot traffic.  The main street of Fisherman’s…

Nostalgia.  I am old.  I have been invited to muck about in a ceramics studio, which has got me pondering former days, and my decidedly envious nature.  I shall change the names:  Grace.  Grace was Rachel’s real best friend.  I was simply proximal.  We, Rachel and I, attended Galileo High School.  Grace went to the…

I’ve been working full time since August, and it simply takes up too much of a person’s time. And then there was the Great Car Debacle, wherein it became imperative that the Honda be replaced. I just made it to the salvage yard to claim my federal $1000 dollars, with the check engine light flashing…

Well, first, I have been back over the last three posts, and I do hope all the typos are corrected. So embarrassing. As to the prospective employer, first, there was simple dithering. Then they tried to get me for half a day (that is, half price), and I said, No. Now, they will take me…