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It was hot that day, okay?

We’ve had Katniss for just under two years, now. I think she’s starting to think we’re okay.

I worked till eight yesterday, came home and settled into my settle-down routine. Katniss ignored me for a while, then came out into the living room and started running around. So, I dragged the Scariest Toy Ever around for about 30 seconds, and sat back down. Not good enough.

Katniss has a thing where she acts like she wants to sit on my lap, but is really just using me as a shortcut – to the window, or to the keyboard of my laptop. So, yes, sit on my keyboard. Open all those functions that I don’t know how to get to. Let me scritch you. Lie down and let me scritch you. Fall asleep with me scritching you. Let me carefully gently pick you up and slip you onto my lap and scritch you.

First time ever, that she let me hold her on my lap. Not for long, but a few minutes.

So, I have to be back to work in less than 12 hours, so I go to bed early. She’s sitting in the window when I come in to the bedroom. I say hi, tell her I’m going to bed, start putting on jammies – and she comes down from the window and curls up on my bed. And stayed there while I got under the covers and curled up.

First time.

She didn’t there stay very long either, but beds are pretty scary to her. Like feet used to be, like some laps are, like sudden noises and things lying on top of her. Like people walking by 50 feet away when she’s outside. But bringing home a kitteh and letting her see that people aren’t whatever it was she went through that tiny bit she wasn’t living in the shelter, makes me feel so good. Teaching her that words have meanings, that Kitteh means her, that we’ll come to her aid, that we’ll feed her when she’s hungry. I’m pretty happy.

A nomad festive in Iram –

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I found this and more at:

http://qahtan-art.tumblr.com/post/97161711877/farsizaban-nomad-festival-in-iran

Tumblr is my new excuse for not getting anything done.

Daughter and I went to Coco’s for breakfast. It was crazy busy, so we put our stuff on a table to hold it while we went up and ordered, and then sat down to wait.

So I got looking around (because ADD? whatever) and noticed the people at the table we were going to grab, but they got there first. All three were sitting, checking their phones. And then I looked back at Daughter and me, who were both busy reading – me a book, Daughter a Kindle.

Anyway, it’s crazy windy here (like Holy cats! It’s windy), with the wind blowing hard from the ENE, barreling down Chequamegon Bay and across the highway. I went out after breakfast to get pictures, but my battery died, so I didn’t get photos OF THE WAVES CRASHING INCHES FROM THE ROADBED AND SPLASHING CARS AS THEY DROVE BY! I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this bad, but you have to remember I was out of town for three years at school, and I frequently don’t make it to the western edge of town.

I did get these (please click on them);

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The pictures suck, and the wind was blowing hard enough that I could barely stand, and my battery died before I could do anything really stupid (like kneeling down to catch those four-foot waves up close and personal). But yeah, there used to be a beach there, especially in that bottom photo. Not a deep beach, but there was sand, at least. I think it might still be there. The poor gulls looked miserable. I was stunned to see so much debris thrown up the banks. It might be fun to go beach-combing tomorrow.

And I’m always surprised at how many people come out to watch storms. I am among my people!

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12 foot waves. Gale force wind. Yee haw! Glad it’s not snow.

Tumblr is just another way for somebody to make money, of course. And I seriously underutilize it, not to make money, but to see the world I can’t see from here.

But there are so many beautiful things in the world, that I feel unworthy. “What I feel for you – it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise. – Katherine Mansfield

And this series of photos.

The world stuns me with beauty.

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I saw this image –

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And my first thought was ooh, the alien hand in the regeneration tube in “Fifth Element.”

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I might have to think more about this. (My giant chess-club brain is going to be soooo bored out of school.)

My blood pressure is pretty stable now-

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyJ5OIGzb-M

“See that electricity burning over there? Somebody died every day for that.”

(eta; found at Hullabaloo)

I’m working on the Aeolian shawl.

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It was actually part of the motivation to get through my last term, that when I was done I would use all that free brain space to knit lace. I’m on row 15 of the edge chart – only 30 rows left. (I think I’m in those V-shapes of openwork.) And each row takes about 20 minutes now.

So the last worked row was K5, (YO, SSK) x 3, K7, (K2T, YO) x 3. This last row was K7, (YO, SSK) x3, K5, (KST, YO) x 3. To make it harder, I think of those SSK’s as being “knit two together,” and open a subfile in my brain to decide which way it’s supposed to slant. Daughter was talking about XBOX 360 and some game that came out in 2001. I made it half-way before I decided it wasn’t going to happen.

I’ll finish the row today, once I get up from my nap.

I finished these socks today – just now, in fact, and ran out to take pictures.

Product shots;

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And while I was out there, I had a visitor;

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Black-bottomed bumble bee.

I haven’t been out standing looking at my sunflowers this summer, so I haven’t seen many bees, so I am excited.

All these photos look dark to me; am I right?

Okay, mostly scarlet, and some purple. Always adding alliteration.

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After however many years, I decided to try a different lens. I can’t get as close, but I think I like this one better. I haven’t checked for parallax yet, but I have years.

(Again. As always. And so on.)

This was written in 2004;

Who, two decades ago, could have imagined a world in which the Soviet Union had vanished and the Internet had arrived? Who then dreamed that the political prisoner Nelson Mandela would become president of a transformed South Africa? Who foresaw the resurgence of the indigenous world of which the Zapatista uprising in southern Mexico is only the most visible face? Who, four decades ago, could have conceived of the changed status of all who are nonwhite, nonmale, or nonstraight, the wide-open conversations about power, nature, economics, and ecologies?

Introduction to “Hope In The Dark” by Rebecca Solnit. Funny how just a few words do so much. Later;

“[B]ecause hope is an ax you break down doors with in an emergency…”

What about that for a tattoo? “Hope is an ax.”

Coco's plant

Big huge plant at Coco’s, in Washburn.

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