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June 24, 2018

Melania's Jackets

Melania Trump, radiant in a flowered jacket.

Melania Trump, radiant in a very expensive flowered jacket.

I canโ€™t stop thinking about Melania and her message jacket, seen only from her backside. What does it mean? Does it mean what I think it means? It really looks like an act of rebellion of a newly separated woman, a big โ€œscrew youโ€ to whomever is oppressing her. White sneakers instead of stilettos is another clue โ€“ she looks ready to sprint, to flee, with her last message fading into the distance: โ€œI really donโ€™t care, do U?โ€

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March 20, 2018

Training Mice ๐Ÿญ ๐Ÿญ ๐Ÿญ

A fourth Norโ€™easter is blowing toward us, and the day is gray. Yesterday I rearranged many of my branch-and-twig wattles that I like to make. The windfall of raw materials is abundant, and now a new snow blanket is forecast and our woodpile and twigpiles are secure and covered.

I have been luxuriating in the internet, learning about Cambridge Analyitca and deciding on how to make firestarters from dryer lint, toilet-paper rolls, and melted candle wax. Yesterday I made a mouse feeding station right outside our back door.

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March 16, 2018

Roughing It ๐Ÿ”ฅ

Penultimate snowfall.

You get a little shell-shocked when the power goes out unexpectedly, and since power is as subtle and as necessary as breathing, when it stops, it is always unexpected. Therefore, itโ€™s taken me a little while to again trust the powerful laptop I usually disappear into, wandering down long lanes of archaeological research, complete with color photos, or playing at movie fan sites packed with entire rooms full of like-minded chatterers, or just reading-reading-reading. Your trips into Computerland might vary, but they are probably just as mind-cradling.

So, hello again!

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February 23, 2018

All in the Family ๐Ÿ‘ฏ

Turkey tail mushrooms that I found in 2013.

Trametes versicolor. Turkey tail mushrooms that I found in 2013.

Just had a few magical days with my daughter. It was so much fun that I never for a second โ€“ not for a minute or even a passing thought โ€“ did I think to take a picture. We both carried our camera-phones with us constantly, and we each took a lot of photos โ€ฆ but they were mainly of mushrooms or moss. We sort of hiked in the rain, going uphill slowly and cutting a path through sweet but prickly raspberry tendrils. We found and freed a nice walking stick with a burly wood knot, and that was just one part of one day.

But the best part, for me, was gaining my daughterโ€™s approval for many projects that seemed, on the surface, to be sort of stupid. But no! My own child is mother to the woman โ€ฆ and if that makes any sense to you, you might also understand how the child can be father to the man. Nonetheless, today Iโ€™ve started in on a number of new and exciting tasks, involving rotary blades and boiling wool and worse.

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February 20, 2018

Holly Day! ๐ŸŽ‹

Holly in the mirror.

Holly in the mirror.

I havenโ€™t seen my daughter in a while and she is coming for a visit today! She lives on the opposite coast, and even though weโ€™re in almost constant electronic touch, itโ€™s not the same. When she was the age in the photo, she liked to give everyone a kiss, so we turned her toward her Mom-Momโ€™s mirror and she gave herself a kiss and her Pop Pop snapped a photo.

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