it’s friday. a 48 hour furlough from the kinder nest.
we sing the hokey pokey every day at 2:05.
in a circle.
i’m going to try not to sing little bunny foo foo or the scissor song until monday.
see the 2 lines in the sketch above that descend into his shirt? that’s the red string of the jade necklace he wears around his neck everyday.
quick studies from photos i took for the bulletin board.
more sketchbookery from the week.
reading, writing, sketching are my tonics.
also sinking into the softness of the bed and watching the curtain billow over me. an old embroidered linen something-or-other i brought home in my suitcase from a paris flea market once upon a time.
the air is turning cooler at night.
i wish i could push a button at night and my roof would slide open. i want to sleep under a ceiling of stars. not the stick-on kind.
when it gets cold i’ll pile on the soft quilts & cats.
this bloomed while i was at school.
probably while i was singing a backpack song.
that i made up.
at sundown i watched a big flock of 30 or so parrots flying formations in the sky outside the windows of moss cottage. they are louder than you can imagine and like to chatter and call to each other while they fly. very social birds. looking for a nice big tree to settle down for the night.
it’s friday as i’ve said, and i can barely glue 2 thoughts together to form cohesive sentences.
just wanted to send out a little smoke signal. say hi.
it’s dark now.
i hope you can see it drifting towards you.