Some catch-up photos...
One particular donor has been decluttering all summer and giving us the Most Excellent vintage thrift.
VALUABLE PAPER FILE
for home and office
BELOW: My display in BOOK's:
Do-it-Yourself
PROUSTIAN MOMENT!
Madeleine tins! Wow!
The tins sold the next day.
Maybe some baker happened to want madeleine tins? But in the past they have not sold from the Baking Aisle...
Finally! Besty-Tacy books with the original illustrations by Lois Lenski! I wish they were hardcover with dust jackets, but even the Harper paperbacks from 1979 are rare donations.
THEY ARE FOR ME.
(Also, I pinned a Thing (2) to my apron--chaos agent from the Cat and the Hat, you know.)
THEY ARE FOR ME.
(Also, I pinned a Thing (2) to my apron--chaos agent from the Cat and the Hat, you know.)
Maud Hart Lovelace's girls are like Girlettes--rolling on with Being, without the brakes of self-judgment.
In a few years, if they were humans that would be gone, but they never age--the girlettes or the early Betsy-Tacy. (I don't read the later books when they're older.)
Debating Wagner, book below. Tangled up in blue.
Birds mingling with composers. The busts have been around for weeks---will they sell now?
That green glaze juice-squeezer set ^ has also been around for weeks. ($15) Made in Japan, 1950s-60s. I'm amazed it hasn't sold. 
I
do believe Linda Sue sent me this diptych frame. A prayer was pasted on
the right side, but the birds didn't like it. B-O-R-I-N-G. words, words, words
More birds.
Brn Birds on Wire 30¢ listening to St Francis preach.
"We like him, but we know all that stuff.
Does he have any bread crumbs in his robes?"
Doing Nothing.
I'm pretty well this summer. I'd gotten off all social media six months ago, after seeing those 'net moguls on Trump's inauguration platform woke me up:
This is not playing with in the garage anymore!
This is world domination.
After that, and then stopping blogging a couple months ago, I had a lot of free time!
What I should do?
I'm pretty well this summer. I'd gotten off all social media six months ago, after seeing those 'net moguls on Trump's inauguration platform woke me up:
This is not playing with in the garage anymore!
This is world domination.
After that, and then stopping blogging a couple months ago, I had a lot of free time!
What I should do?
And it came to me--(was it Penny Cooper who said it?),
Why don't you try DOING NOTHING?
Why don't you try DOING NOTHING?
So I have been doing that.
Close to nothing, anyway. Sitting with my amber prayer beads with my coffee in the mornings. Trying to count to ten breaths without interrupting myself. Very amusingly bad at it.
Then, being human, my brain wanted to investigate Nothing.
I've been reading and listening to things about/from Hinduism--mostly American-style, like Ram Dass. "Be here now," from my childhood!
And Christopher Isherwood's 1980s memoir of his 40-some years as a disciple of an Indian guru in California: My Guru and His Disciple.
Very comforting to me that after decades meditating, Isherwood doesn't seem less self-obsessed. (Though, what would he have been like without it?)
And that's not the point.
Doing Nothing, dropping the self, is NOT A SELF-IMPROVEMENT PROJECT.
And yet, it sort of is?
More of a Self-LIBERATION project:
Drop bits of yourself like bread crumbs for the birds.
It's a slippery one too--the harder you grasp, the more it eludes you.
Very appealing to this Pisces.
Frankie says, RELAX.
I have been liking Ravi Shankar's Morning Raga: Lots of nothing happens. And then... the sun!
Anyway, a friend said she missed my blog and I thought, maybe I do too.
Let's see how it feels...
If I leave comments off, I won't get so entangled in judgment (my own!).
Close to nothing, anyway. Sitting with my amber prayer beads with my coffee in the mornings. Trying to count to ten breaths without interrupting myself. Very amusingly bad at it.
Then, being human, my brain wanted to investigate Nothing.
I've been reading and listening to things about/from Hinduism--mostly American-style, like Ram Dass. "Be here now," from my childhood!
And Christopher Isherwood's 1980s memoir of his 40-some years as a disciple of an Indian guru in California: My Guru and His Disciple.
Very comforting to me that after decades meditating, Isherwood doesn't seem less self-obsessed. (Though, what would he have been like without it?)
And that's not the point.
Doing Nothing, dropping the self, is NOT A SELF-IMPROVEMENT PROJECT.
And yet, it sort of is?
More of a Self-LIBERATION project:
Drop bits of yourself like bread crumbs for the birds.
It's a slippery one too--the harder you grasp, the more it eludes you.
Very appealing to this Pisces.
Frankie says, RELAX.
I have been liking Ravi Shankar's Morning Raga: Lots of nothing happens. And then... the sun!
Anyway, a friend said she missed my blog and I thought, maybe I do too.
Let's see how it feels...
If I leave comments off, I won't get so entangled in judgment (my own!).
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I've been more friendly with food this year, after dropping added-sugar last Halloween.
Sort of trying to release myself there, too. I think this is all to do with AGING. Release, release--turn into a helium balloon...
When I was young, being fat was my friend!
I didn't exactly see it that way--but I did suspect that it kept me safe, out of the eye of sex, where I didn't want to be.
It worked!
But at a cost, that as I age becomes more evident:
the physical weight of weight.
Can I lighten up?
In every way?
I've been more friendly with food this year, after dropping added-sugar last Halloween.
Sort of trying to release myself there, too. I think this is all to do with AGING. Release, release--turn into a helium balloon...
When I was young, being fat was my friend!
I didn't exactly see it that way--but I did suspect that it kept me safe, out of the eye of sex, where I didn't want to be.
It worked!
But at a cost, that as I age becomes more evident:
the physical weight of weight.
Can I lighten up?
In every way?
Maybe, a little anyway.
Below, left: On Camino, 2011. Fourteen years later, right, this summer I am finally the same weight again. After years of enjoying the ice-cream and beer diet! That was great, but oddly, I don't miss it. Or, not much.
I do feel better, lighter, but no Camino this summer--my knee is still healing--and every time it gets better I think, I can bike now!
And that always sets it back.
So: no biking or hiking until fall.
I am taking the bus instead, and sort of enjoying it:
I envision cartoon rays of light coming off all the other bus riders.
The bus to the thrift store is often a little village of people staying out of the heat in the a/c, napping, doing business in the back... (I bought some ankle socks the other day.) I am sometimes the only white person. (Notable here in Scandinavian-settled territory:
And that always sets it back.
So: no biking or hiking until fall.
I am taking the bus instead, and sort of enjoying it:
I envision cartoon rays of light coming off all the other bus riders.
The bus to the thrift store is often a little village of people staying out of the heat in the a/c, napping, doing business in the back... (I bought some ankle socks the other day.) I am sometimes the only white person. (Notable here in Scandinavian-settled territory:
who has money; who has cars?)
Still setting up side-by-sides.
And the Toy Bridge has expanded to another ledge too.
I've been putting cool pictures in little empty frames.
And the Toy Bridge has expanded to another ledge too.
I've been putting cool pictures in little empty frames.
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