coastal picnic

July 16, 2018



mom fave

mia fave

we fave

record nook

in house


the bath

widnow box

fairy box

power space

doo doo doo



It is not enough to teach the non-dominant hand to do the skilled tasks of the dominant hand. To truly function you must simultaneously carefully and deliberately teach the supporting and balancing tasks of the non-dominant hand to the dominant hand. There is no dominant hand. There are only two units of cooperation.

mama said

July 6, 2018

I’m wandering around haphazardly watering the garden and cleaning the house while my brain wakes up, and I became gradually aware that I was singing that You Can’t Hurry Love song. That’s funny, I wonder why, I thought. When my subconscious selects a song it’s basically always related to something I’m doing or thinking. Sometimes it’s as simple as doo, doo, doo, lookin out my back door; sometimes it’s as abstract as sail on silver girl. Usually I can trace its inspiration back to the activity or thought that prompted it.

This morning was a little different. I found myself at a loss to interpret my own brain to itself. I gave up and washed dishes, but I kept on sliding mysteriously back into the song.

Momo and Lucky having apparently formed one of their temporary alliances approached and relaunched their badgering campaign to have breakfast early. No way, I told them for like the dozenth time, if I feed you early you start waking me up at 5AM. You’ll just have to wait.


My brain is so pleased when it can understand itself.

PS. The more I learn about the music attached to Phil Collins the more impressed I am with him. Good job on all your eclectic sound ventures, Phil Collins.


yellow afternoon

yellow morning

mellow afternoon



load strokes

under pond water


clear air

carrot bug

mato balls

butterfly lettuce


big booths

thank you

hallway bottle closet


soft focus

iris angel







birthday. girl


This morning I understood for the first time the origins of a colloquialism I’ve never personally used but have been aware of for as long as I can remember. I was checking on the spinach in my garden, not very hopefully, and said sadly to myself ‘it’s totally gone to seed.’


I wonder if this is exactly what plants think when they see humans.