snow day

wednesday evening sky over the meadow

thursday started out rough

not nearly enough sleep

wendy has some hard nights

and then so do i

 but on thanksgiving

we went out to the meadow

 and played

wendy, melissa, and me

 we gathered up some milkweed

stripped up a bunch while wendy played

can this be called spalted?

it was a glorious time 

before a small meal with just four of us

family and friends

simple food, wine, and conversation

later

we stayed up talking to all hours

melissa and i

and after a wonderful morning of talk and tea and more talk 

she took to the road for cleveland

unfortunately she encountered lake effect snow 

along the way.

which made its way to the north country today

a reminder 

of a bundle of cloth

and one of paper

we prepared and jarred up 

to be opened in a while

back in chicago.

and here in the north country

a gray day, but it looks like winter

has arrived.

infected

that's me. another prescription. it's in my ears, mostly, again. lost meaning, lost words, but feeling happy, just sick. again. not complaining, just tired of my ornery sinuses.

i've been looking at surfaces because of melissa. looking at the surface itself, not what it will become or was once, but is now. this barrel has been the base of a lot of wrapped cloth for rust and compost dyeing. now, it's a weird blue and orangish. i will keep looking, since only my sinuses are (currently) impaired.