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....and the beat goes on......

Something's in the air. Changes, Hope with capital letters. I feel it in the streets, when I go to an eatery and see people coming alive again. Our country needs it so deperately=the human element after a diseased addiction to consumption and a rancid philosophy of greed versus deed.

Bernardita came to spend the weekend. Because of the gas crisis she decided to take the train. How refreshing, plus I have an Amtrak station so close to home. And then we hopped in my car and went everywhere, did everything we could in three days (Garage sales, Thrift Stores,

Bookstore, Japanese Restaurant, back to bookstore for Coffee and Carrot Cake, Craft Store, Mexican restaurant, then to my bed where we listened to oldies on the cassette player (Raul Di Blasio) and got all nostalgic about Chile and decided to drink to it. Salud.

LIFE IS GOOD. And tomorrow will be even better since I finally get my bottom teeth. It has taken two years of surgeries and casts and molds and finally they will be in for good tomorrow. I am so happy. I will eat cashew nuts at last.

My latest Trio of Trees

My latest Trio of Trees
Originally uploaded by peregrine blue

Between going to the swimming pool and uploading tons of family photos to Facebook for the family scattered around the world, my hands return to needle and thread.

The past two weeks have been fabric inspired again. I have opted to trade them rather than selling them since fabric ATCs don't seem to have the broad appeal paper ATCs have. In the process I have met some awesome online friends in Finland, England and Brazil.

The week has been an explosion of passion. What with talking to Jorge at midnight and sipping brandy over Chopin while talking to Armando, calling Anita on Skype and talking for over an hour and a half and finding Mario and Mairene and Lucy and Yoly, my head has been spinning with memories.

I want to go to Chile again. This time on a real vacation. The last trip was all responsibility with the occasional fun at night. I want to go for a long walk and eat raspberry ice cream cones with my hairy-chested friend, go swimming in the river naked with Anita, drink tons of Pisco Sours and get really tipsy and talk silly.

I want to put Chaos........
into chaos within chaos
Am I going crazy on a whim?

To be continued.....

I will put Chaos into fourteen lines

And keep him there; and let him thence escape

If he be lucky; let him twist, and ape

Flood, fire, and demon --- his adroit designs

Will strain to nothing in the strict confines

Of this sweet order, where, in pious rape,

I hold his essence and amorphous shape,

Till he with Order mingles and combines.

Past are the hours, the years of our duress,

His arrogance, our awful servitude:

I have him. He is nothing more nor less

Than something simple not yet understood;

I shall not even force him to confess;

Or answer. I will only make him good.
Edna St. Vincent Millay