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Split pea soup. The Roches on the turntable. Fire.

Craft Night. Seventeen of us gathered to sculpt, paint with watercolors, write music, knit, sew, embroider and crochet, scrap-book, re-cut and wind tape, draw, dance, and type a letter to Baba. I looked around and loved what I saw- kind, talented, cute human beings and one brown dog. I should have asked someone to dance during a slow song. Next time.

“Now is the hour of quitting. Twilight paints the town. Old Industrial skyline. How does the sun go down.”- The Roches

little Bangs

I can see.

All Women House

We got these really great arched mirrors at the bins. They compliment the postcard wall very nicely. Good for clothes try-ons, dancing, and primping before leaving the house.

Here we see a typical night in our household: dress-up, nudity, photography, and Billy Bragg on the turn-table.

Craft. Night.

Last night’s Craft Night started on an odd note for me. I was gone all day: at the ceramics studio and then hiking with Bello. And I didn’t eat enough food so I ended up tired in a way I could not shake. As people were arriving I slipped upstairs for a nap- at 9pm. I did get up again but I felt like a sleepy kid for the rest of the night.

OK, we sculpted a ceramic man and a pot of whales, invented very tiny music, cut paper-dolls from their pages, looped tapes, practiced photography, knitted, doodled with conviction, wrote letters, and failed at constructing a watch band from wire, turquoise fabric, and and tape.

Multnomah Art Center

My ceramics classmates at the Multnomah Art Center.

Topics of conversation generally revolve around health but can branch out to include the superiority of Hillary as a candidate, the possibility of getting Showtime in order to watch The L Word, or the general dislike of “no shoes inside” policy- it’s just not safe! Actually, the woman on the right is my teacher- Victoria. She always wears a beret. And it always looks good.

Cheers

Homemade burritos to honor and celebrate the new President. It is not often that my life noticeably changes for the better in one day. Joy to the World.

St. Johns

I have a flexible rule with myself that if it is dry and sunny, I have to go for a ride. On Friday I did the loop from NE to the Broadway Bridge, up the NW frontage road to St. Johns bridge and back. On Saturday I road back out to St Johns’ with Bello, a baseball bat, and his tennis ball- He ran so fast! He was on fire!

Craft Night

Craft Night is turning out to be really really fun. And because we have it Thursday nights no-matter-what, people have started coming without having to be called or reminded. Let’s see- between the 10 of us we made: a clay sculpture of a woman, a clay sculpture of a man, collages, two fabric elephants, music, paper lanterns, pants were mended, paper dolls were cut out, and … I guess that is it. We danced and drank wiskey. To bed at 3am.

Carson

I just gotta say- Carson is a wonderful man. A wonderful person. Kind, secure, intelligent, calm, talented and a natty dresser.

Morning

Sabrina. After a long night.