The Furious Spinner

My concerns are very parochial this week. I've got work to catch up on and people to see. The story of most people's lives, right? So this post will be very local in its scope and therefore might be rather tedious. I apologize for that. This is a what I did during my summer vacation post.

I'm looking out my front window. The daisies are waving in the breeze. I read somewhere last night that some people believe faeries don't like daisies, so it's a good idea to plant a lot to keep the nuisance faeries away. (But does it keep the non-nuisance faeries away, too?) I'm fascinated by folklore. There is truth in folklore, and there is nonsense in them—sometimes both at the same time. (That's a very bad sentence. Sorry.)

Summer is the social season. The flower season. The music season. The dance season. Harvest season. This is when many of us are outgoing and going out. When autumn and then winter comes around, most of us are ready for some down time. This week I've got something going on every single day. That's a bit too social; I'm not complaining. I just need to make certain I don't overdo it again.

On Sunday we went to my friend Ira's 90th birthday party. It was great fun. He and his wife are two of my favorite people. My friend Sylvia Manheim was there, too. She is another one of my favorite people. I got to meet finally in person Bernadette, a long time reader of FS. I had lost her e-mail a year or more ago, so I lost contact with her. She's a kayaking fan, so I hope to go out with her and others on the Landing where we used to live sometime soon. She says she has a kayak that won't tip. With my immune system, I need to avoid going into the water.

First thing I did when I got to the party was give Ira a big hug. Then I asked where the strippers were. He said they hadn't shown up, so I was going to have to step in. I asked his wife where the strippers were, and she said none of them could get their walkers into the place, so she and I were it. Ah, they know me so well.

After the party, we came home. Serena was there. She looked over the photos Mario took at the party and the ones he took of me on the porch. She thought the photo on the "Sunset" post made me look angry. She picked out a few she thought really looked like me. I "yucked" at most of them, but I'll post them.She and I have been talking about bodies and appearances and I keep saying that we should love ourselves the way we are, so I'm sure I sound contradictory when I don't like my photos. I believe it's not a vanity thing (although I could be full of shit). I just don't see myself in most of the pictures. It's like I'm looking at a stranger. As though the real me stepped out for a moment. It's kind of creepy. But here are the pics Serena liked. (I don't know if I was reaching for the camera or what in this first one. Mario says I was just being joyful. I think I look like a maniac.) On the rest of them, I figure you can see some of the people I love.



Ira & me


Me & Sylvia


Cheryl, Betty, Ira & me (I'm holding his hand, not my hips)


Ira's Joke


Ira is famous for his jokes. He told this joke after we all sang happy birthday to him.

Yesterday Mario and I went to Falling Creek. On the way there we saw a doe and a fawn and two young elks. We walked to the falls and didn't see anyone else until we walked back. Once at home Mario worked on Hazel's book. I can't remember if I mentioned we promised our friend Hazel that we would put the poems she's written over the last sixty years into a book for her 80-something birthday in August. We got the book yesterday and the font was all screwed up. So Mario spent most of the day trying to figure that out. Serena came over and studied. She lay on the living room floor working while I lay on the couch reading about Demeter and Persephone.

Later Paul and Barb came over to play cards. I showed Paul all the bee books I bought at Powell's on Sunday. Barb asked why I was so interested in bees all of sudden, and I said I'd been studying Demeter and the Melissae for years, so it wasn't really sudden. But now I was friends with a beekeeper, so it had become more real.

I told them I might be driving to Santa Fe by my lonesome in September, and Paul suggested Barb go with me. We talked about that a bit. Travelling with people can be very stressful. I wouldn't want to do it unless we could make certain we'd still be friends afterward. I went with a friend on a trip just four hours away, and we haven't been close since.

Now today I'm avoiding my work by writing this. But I'm boring myself, so I'm probably boring you. I shall return when I am more exciting. Or when I'm trying to avoid my work again.

Have a marvey day. 7 comments

7 Comments:

I loved the pictures, each and every one and the words too. Boring??? Absolutely not, just plain wonderful. BB, Cate

By  kerrdelune, at 11:36 AM  

Liked your blog today...more like my journals. Boring to some maybe, but the kind I enjoy. I agree about going with a friend on a trip. If it isn't my hubby, I prefer to travel alone. Turn up the radio and sing, talk to myself or anything that wants to listen. That is the way to lose a friend--they would think I'd lost it!!
Enjoy your week. Vickie

By  Vickie, at 1:13 PM  

I'm with you, Kim, I like the Sunset photo best. It shows a real person not a smiley one. You don't look angry in the least to me, simply sincere and totally present. It helps me see the woman I've gotten to know through your words lo these many months (years?). Smiles are great in real life, but in a photo I want to see the soul of a person...and that's what I see in the sunset photo.

By  Patricia, at 2:26 PM  

Me too re: the sunset photo - but I have to weigh in on the reaching one: I think it's desperately adorable and playful. But then, I am also a maniac, so maybe I just have a soft spot for the maniacal shots.

To me, you look happy in both, just happiness-Kim in different aspects.

Lovely to see.

By  Theriomorph, at 6:13 PM  

Kim,
Completely off topic here but I know your in the Pacific Northwest and you may or may not already know about this but I thought you might be interested. www.faerieworlds.com
Lovely faerie music, art/artists, and souls. This will be my 3rd year going (2nd vending) and it's very magical. I think they also have some faerie workshops. Enjoy!
Maggie

By  Maggie, at 8:33 AM  

Thanks all of you. It's always surprising to me which posts people respond to. Most often it's not the one I think is my best or most interesting. It just shows to go ya, eh? Glad it wasn't boring, Cate. That's what every writer fears. (Well, I suppose I can't speak for every writer.)

To solo or not: I'm with you, Vickie, except it's long drive! Mario suggested Barb and I go to the coast first or something shorter to see if that would work out.

Patricia, that's what I think. I look like I'm there there in that photo instead of floating around in the ether somewhere.

Theriomorph: That song "I'm a maniac, maniac, on the floor," is now in my brain. (Was that from Flashdance?) We'll be Mad Women together. Anyone else care to join us?

By  Kim Antieau, at 11:18 AM  

Me, me!

By  Mario, at 9:24 PM  

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