Big Orange Bird

We ended up walking on the promenade this evening. That's where we saw this bird. Down on the beach, the tide was high and the surface was like quicksand.

Things Found

At my library! So much fun to see our book in the shiny cellophane cover.

At Nordstrom

In the mail

On the beach

On the beach

On the beach

Sally Cruikshank Goes Watercolor

Fanhead 1: Small portrait of duck woman wearing a wild head dress, with a group of cormorants standing behind her. This is an original painting by famous animation artist Sally Cruikshank, signed, painted in 2012.

Fantasy watercolor painting on Arches paper, (cold-pressed, 140 lb.) 4.6" by 6.5". Brightly colored with a Central American feeling. 

See more of Sally's new watercolors here.

Where Things Stand

My Book

My Studio

Kitchen Floor. Fini! (4 Coats of Polywhey Natural Floor Finish)

It Stopped Raining

We sanded and polyurethaned all day. At 6:00 the ocean was still there. We looked up and saw this, we looked down and saw that:

The Waters of March

I'm really happy to have the rain, but ...

When will we ever get to varnish our floor?

Have you heard The Waters of March?

Two Spring Things

David Luttrell sent this photo today. He made it on his scanner! See more of his work here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes

First, her tippet made of tulle,
easily lifted off her shoulders and laid
on the back of a wooden chair.

And her bonnet,
the bow undone with a light forward pull.

Then the long white dress, a more
complicated matter with mother-of-pearl
buttons down the back,
so tiny and numerous that it takes forever
before my hands can part the fabric,
like a swimmer’s dividing water,
and slip inside.

You will want to know
that she was standing
by an open window in an upstairs bedroom,
motionless, a little wide-eyed,
looking out at the orchard below,
the white dress puddled at her feet
on the wide-board, hardwood floor.

The complexity of women’s undergarments
in nineteenth-century America
is not to be waved off,
and I proceeded like a polar explorer
through clips, clasps, and moorings,
catches, straps, and whalebone stays,
sailing toward the iceberg of her nakedness.

Later, I wrote in a notebook
it was like riding a swan into the night,
but, of course, I cannot tell you everything -
the way she closed her eyes to the orchard,
how her hair tumbled free of its pins,
how there were sudden dashes
whenever we spoke.

What I can tell you is
it was terribly quiet in Amherst
that Sabbath afternoon,
nothing but a carriage passing the house,
a fly buzzing in a windowpane.

So I could plainly hear her inhale
when I undid the very top
hook-and-eye fastener of her corset

and I could hear her sigh when finally it was unloosed,
the way some readers sigh when they realize
that Hope has feathers,
that reason is a plank,
that life is a loaded gun
that looks right at you with a yellow eye.

Billy Collins (via Anna's blog)

Guess What It Is

Clue: Found in the fridge.

Progress Report

7:44 a.m.

Doesn't this picture look almost biblical? We're nearly done sanding and the sun is shining through the clouds.

7:44 a.m.

6:31 p.m.

We won't be able to put finish on the floor until Saturday, so after I took this photo we rolled some printer paper out on top of it so we can walk from the bedroom to the living room. Otherwise I'd be trapped in bed until the weekend. Not that being trapped in bed until the weekend would be a bad idea.

Time-lapse

Friday

Saturday

Sunday

This is a happier time-lapse than the one I posted yesterday. Though we did graduate to 120-grade sandpaper today.

I did some research this afternoon––a little late, I know! ––and found out that maple is the most difficult type of hardwood flooring to refinish. I'm glad no one told me beforehand.

Floored

9:44 a.m.

9:59 a.m.

2:04 p.m. lunch break

2:20 p.m.

5:53 p.m.

Lucille's 88th

From: Lucille

March 16, 2012 6:43:43 AM PDT

Subject: RE: Happy Birthday Photos

To: Linda

Linda, you epitomize totally the wisdom of my mom: Major in Fun. I woke up this morning thinking of the joy you orchestrated. I must have the luck of the Irish to have you for a friend.   

Love and hugs, Lucille

Peter brought his guitar and mandolin, Anne made a card with eighty-eight 8's (flower blossoms), Tom brought a beautiful box of macaroons from La Boulange and a bottle of Prosecco, and I brought some ice cream (mocha chip) from Joe's. Carmen lay under the table and sighed.