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dancing_crow) wrote2013-12-29 09:36 pm
dancing_crow) wrote2013-12-29 09:36 pm
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Finally finally finally sat on the red mare, after weeks of faffing about and distraction. Bob was back, Leo was there giving him a trim of head and whiskers, so we all three sat on the three Canadian girls and... walked down the road. And then walked back up. Everyone was fine, no one fell off or was scared or injured. A fine last ride for 2013, or an early ride for 2014.
I've posted some photos to try to get myself back into the daily blogging drill, but I'm not at all sure if this is the year for it or not. It might be a sketch book year. I was thinking about small books too - a book for every month or two weeks, and then use Coptic binding to sew them all together at the end of the year. Red Kate pointed out the binding matters, because I'd lose some to the gutter with some methods. I think I'd have to actually put things in the books, like sketches or poems or something. I'm still noodling with ideas.
Nancy was interred yesterday. That was hard. I had a major migrainey weeping meltdown on the way home, the last one in the family to do so. Somehow it seems slightly easier now that most of the ceremonies are over. The rest is just processing stuff, and missing her like a gaping hole when we used to see her, at holidays and things. I think I process things slower than many.
I've posted some photos to try to get myself back into the daily blogging drill, but I'm not at all sure if this is the year for it or not. It might be a sketch book year. I was thinking about small books too - a book for every month or two weeks, and then use Coptic binding to sew them all together at the end of the year. Red Kate pointed out the binding matters, because I'd lose some to the gutter with some methods. I think I'd have to actually put things in the books, like sketches or poems or something. I'm still noodling with ideas.
Nancy was interred yesterday. That was hard. I had a major migrainey weeping meltdown on the way home, the last one in the family to do so. Somehow it seems slightly easier now that most of the ceremonies are over. The rest is just processing stuff, and missing her like a gaping hole when we used to see her, at holidays and things. I think I process things slower than many.