I love getting this card. Cousin Craig gave me rune stones for one of my early teen birthdays. I’ve been turned on to readings ever since.
This spring show Clyde team. Ray getting a good butt scratch. I’ve finally submitted to fact I have a cold. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t even do cabin crawl last night. I started out with the pack; in a drowsy fog and my head felt like it was going to split open. I bailed at the first stop and went to bed right after sunset. I promised myself I’d take it easy on this one day off before tech starts. Luka and I started by wandering around the farm before heading to town.
Weathered, worn wagons. Patches of snow filling the clear cuts in the distance.
Winter show 2005 I painted this on the floor of one of the set pieces. I remember it was minus 18 out and I had a tarp slung over the opening of the little shack with a tiger torch cranked to full, to heat the space so the paint wouldn’t freeze. I’m surprised it’s lasted this long. I’m also surprised I didn’t light myself on fire but I’m pretty good with tiger torches.
Luka dunked in the lake while I did laundry in town. Something about the spring weather has me missing Australia; it’s consuming my thoughts.
Early afternoon we got back to the farm and Thomas was clearing all the weeds around the bathhouse into his truck. Cilla gave me a handful of fresh asparagus. This area grows the best asparagus.
I’m working on Luka’s separation anxiety. I did a bunch of things wrong last winter and she freaks out if I try to leave her alone. This afternoon I read in the cabin till she settled down, then I’d calmly step outside, read for a couple minutes and re-enter. She’d get up and pant. I’d sit till she relaxed and repeat. Slowly she got better. Standing outside I saw a little pile of sawdust building up on the stump that serves as the step to the plank/porch to the door. A beetle was boring holes in the stump. I hope it sticks to the round and doesn’t start working on the cabin’s board & batten.
I was re-reading Adam Gnade’s Friends Get Wayward zine. His writing slows me right down. There’s something so familiar in it and I keep going back to his sentences, always wanting more. I love his audio zines too, they are great for my road trips back and forth from the farm. A few summers ago I was working in the production office playing his song You Got Mean on repeat. Marshall, coming in and out of the room, finally paused and laughed “Is this the longest song on earth?” He really didn’t mind though, he liked it too.
Tinkerbell is looking really good this spring.
Old puppet wagon.
The playwright had to leave early for another contract. ‘If you ever need anything, call me.’ She/he had a full deck of vintage animal flash cards, the name of the animal on the back and the phone number penned under the name. I almost grabbed the raccoon but… happily Lisa ended up with the raccoon.
Hello darkness my old friend…
I’ve come to talk to you again… it’s just cold enough to light a fire in the rehearsal hall and let it burn out by noon.
I flipped over the second page of my contract and found this post it note from the General Manager. I am aghast. I did not know Lynch dropped out!
Luka in rehearsal.
Lunch time on the porch.
Lisa brought this chocolate back from her trip to the big, big city. It is without a doubt the best chocolate I have ever had. The only way I want to eat chocolate now. Sadly, the company only sells in house and I can’t think of anyone else who does cacao nib bars like this. She’s been trying to mortar and pestle it up herself but hasn’t hacked the method yet.
Mouse proofing office chips.
Scott Crow sticker via Pioneers Press.
The last few days around town, before I headed to the farm for our first ever spring show.
Early morning, lumbering up the creek we spotted The Beaver! Luka and I scuttled along the edge trying to catch up for a better look. It was huge! Must have been around sixty pounds.
It slipped into the culvert before I could get a closer photo.
If Luka wasn’t on leash, she’d be up the creek.
All the boats are back in the water, summer is coming.
While I was packing, Lisa said she was out of coffee til Kim got back from the coast. I cried “Never fear!” Jesse had brought in a fresh bag of Heart beans, my love of loves. I loaded the car with a month worth of clothes and books, food for Luka and her multiple beds. The drive is about two and a half hours; up the lake, stretching into farm land cradled by forested mountains. By afternoon Lisa and I sat on the steps of her porch drinking french press; warmed in the sun, chilled by the wind. Buddy, her new eight month old pup, followed Luka around the yard; woofing, bowing, trying to get her to play. Luka eating his bones, chewing sticks together. So good to be back and experience this place in the spring.
I’ll be away for a month from the bookshop working on the farm spring show..
This giallo-esque cover is intense, let alone extremely pink.
From depressing marriage advice to lubricious Armageddon fiction, Tim LaHaye has always sought to destroy ones sense of well being.
I was in a super grumpy mood till this book fell open and I marveled at how complicated his boots are; that it appears to be winter and he’s shirtless, she’s in a nightgown with possibly no shoes? I feel better just looking at it right now.
Apparently, a battle of one.
Encouraging note left inside by the last person who read it.
Illustration from a Susan Musgrave children’s book.