Catching my breath

Turns out that Daniel had sent me a bunch of other photos and even a video, but it had landed in my spam folder. Thank goodness I found out before it was too late, b/c his shots are hilarious. Here I am, clutching my lifeline (the computer) and probably explaining that the stitching is done with hanji cord.


Rud was excited about how he could affect the artwork by simply walking by, so Daniel shot it. The rest of my pics, most of them in the two long posts I did recently, are here. Oh, and yesterday I was so tired of my outgrown hair that I chopped a bunch off the front myself. I haven't done that since the summer of '99 in San Francisco.

Meanwhile, back north, I spent the whole middle of the day cooking and preparing for lunch and dinner. Ben and I stopped at a huge supermarket w/fancier items than the ones here when we were on our way home from the airport, and it's no wonder that I splurged on tomatillos and jicama. I did salsa and salads today, vacuumed, cleaned, and now I am ready for a nap. I took the trash outside and it felt just like winter. I remember being in Vermont in January a couple years ago and how it's still possible to work in cold and snow and ice. As long as you're warm enough.