some work

durtalert.durtalert.

Maybe I should stop being so proud of myself for doing the things I'm supposed to be doing.

I am reminded of this thing that some-ancient-philosopher-maybe- said:
"folks always want credit for something they're supposed to do. They'll brag about stuff a normal man just does. They'll say something like, 'Yeah, well, I take care of my kids.' You're supposed to, you dumb guy. 'I ain't never been to jail.' Whaddya want? A cookie? You're not supposed to go to jail, you low-expectation-having fella!"

Also, yes. I do want a cookie.

 

In OTHER NEWS-
The first hyacinth of the season struggles to peek out from the desolate ground. It occurs to me at this moment that I might actually make it.
Dang, I can almost smell it!

A Quilt for Green

Last year one of the little ones had a rough go of it for a season.
So I made her a quilt.
It was meant to be some kind of tangible love- warm and soft and hugging.
Also bright and colorful and maybe nonsensical.
Below Grace's quilt is Caoimhe's- made when she was a babe.
Some of the fabrics I dyed, printed, painted, silkscreened or designed on Spoonflower.
(those fabrics have been noted with a yellow star.)
All my love to you!

everytime I hear a helicopter overhead

I think "That is the guy who will catch me if I try to swim across the river to Canada.  Aww,  nuts."

if you're gonna cheat, cheat big.