poor tom.....awakened at 6 this morning by my screams. curses and terror. as floyd pranced in the kitchen door with something huge and black in his mouth. and the look of murderous pride in his eyes. i shrieked. and i heard tom leap out of bed in the room above me. it was a bird. a pretty big starling, i think. floyd dropped it. tom threw him outside and covered the bird with a towel. the bird was alive and terrified. although it didn't move a bit so we wondered if it was dead. but when tom took him out, he flew. floyd is in the house now and the door is closed. and my throat hurts a little from my screaming.
edgar and i walked along the lake before the heat slams us today. there was a slight breeze off the water. the sounds of morning. the humid mist. now to the studio for a shower and a day in the fabric.
on mini-retreats & revisiting older work
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