Dale grew up in a house with a dirt floor and no plumbing. Now he's a plumber.
Went back into the archives for this one (all the way back to March).
6.30.2016
6.29.2016
yard art
Festive Fourth of July display |
Meanwhile Dianne wants to know why I did not post the picture of myself below in the hayfield. It was for approximately the same reason she wanted me to throw the picture of her in the hayfield away forever: i.e. vanity.
Me and my mason's jar of ice coffee with Dianne's trailer |
6.28.2016
think pink?
The setting for the portrait series has been disrupted. I had had it with trying to keep the pale green floor clean, repainting spots here and there as the paint peeled up. And it was garage floor paint! I thought it would be perfect for a cement floor, but it wasn't. So I went for a darker but hopefuly still glowy color. It is awfully pink right now, but as it gets dirty I think it will be just the color I want. And I hope that this oil based polyurethane paint that was quite hard to find will be just the ticket. However, I am not sure what to do about the last bit, which will prevent me from getting up the stairs. And no, it doesn't dry overnight.
6.27.2016
6.24.2016
making hay
The clouds were gathering as the last of the 90 bales were safely stowed in the barn. It was as hot as bejezus, 90 in the shade, and Dianne was sweating as she ran the unairconditioned forklift. I could prove how miserable she was after being in the field for a week or so, but she said she would kill me if I posted the picture of her looking, as Frank said, "like you lost the war." I've always heard that one helps one's neighbors with haying, so I drove the air conditioned truck and trailer. I can't imagine what it was like with pitchforks instead of forklifts. Lawsykins!
And then the heavens opened.
And then the heavens opened.
6.23.2016
the polyamorists
Denise hooked up with Martin on line (with a bio her daughter put up) a few years ago. They began a relationship with the understanding that it was not to be exclusive and that there was to be no subterfuge: All lovers would know about the others. Denise recently came out to her Mother-Earth-News, aging-hippy community as a polyamorist, giving a couple of talks. Martin was in the audience. So I figure it's fair to post their portrait here.
6.22.2016
the hired man
His first job, at 12, was as a paper boy at the West Plains Daily Quill, when Frank Martin was the editor and publisher. Barry claimed to be 13, the minimum age for employment, and no one asked for ID. He recently picked up a few hours haying for the Martins and marvels, "I never thought I'd be working for Frank Martin again 40 years later."
6.21.2016
6.20.2016
solstice moonwatch
The Goose in Summer |
It's full moon and the summer solstice (Litha, to Wiccans)—the first time that has happened in my lifetime. To celebrate, you are supposed to stay out of doors. Farmer Dianne will be able to spend the longest day of the year haying, which she prefers to do in the evening when it's a hair under 80 degrees. I will celebrate the season with a run into town for water. When I got here on Saturday, I had a bit, but I plunged immediately into entertainments and ran through it. Potable water, that is.
You can watch the strawberry moon broadcast live from the Canary Islands here.
6.17.2016
morehead
Hmm. Nice place name. Yes, I am in Morehead, Kentucky, after a beautiful drive on a beautiful day. To be continued tomorrow.
Here's Merle Haggard on my disease, White Line Fever.
Here's Merle Haggard on my disease, White Line Fever.
6.15.2016
the case of the missing pillows
The possible escape route |
The crime scene |
In any case, there will be plenty more cases as the season wears on. We already have The Case of the Mysterious Aerobeds. Next: The Case of the Missing Pillow Cases. But all will be subsumed by The Case of the Disappearing Phone Chargers. . .
6.14.2016
a little bird told me
The Brooklyn experiment |
Bird in the lobby of 98. Manhattan |
In other news, Chien Chi Chang is selling prints at Magnum. Donna Ferrato has a domestic violence film at Time and a write-up about how her photos changed attitudes at HuffPost. Our pl Jane Evelyn Atwood was the subject of a piece in the New Yorker. And Peter Meyer debuts his newsletter about education.
Brooklyn sky |
6.13.2016
wrapping up
The new railings were blinding when I left them, thanks to bro-in-law and sis-in-law and daughter. And sis and bro and Sam, all of whom had a hand. I was inspired to mount the old railings on the underside of the house. Then bro and sis in law gifted me with two sofas, which I put in the master bedrooms at Hannah's and Claudia's. Thank goodness for The Family That Ate The World!
6.10.2016
master of all i survey
Fluffed and puffed and primped and prepped. The push is over (or will be in about four hours), and now I get to admire we the work we have all done. Thanks everybody!
6.09.2016
ready to fly
Katie's view |
And just in time, the baby birds living in the corner of my porch have learned to fly.
Claudia's Surf City view |
6.08.2016
in the pink
Camilla made her debut as a ballerina. She did very well and made us proud. As an experienced mother of a ballerina, I knew that one presents flowers after a performance. (One father saw me waiting with bouquet and ran out to purchase one.) Fortunately, I am the sister of the former President of the Garden Club, and it was peony season. Tnx, Erin! That the bouquet was the perfect color was just luck.
My ballerina watches her ballerina. Wow. |
6.06.2016
the graduate
Madison Glenn graduated one day and went to work the following day. |
Mother of the graduate yesterday, pianist's mother today. |
Will get back to posting just as soon as I've shut Claudia's Surf City down on Friday. Sorry.