back agaiin, tempe?

today is my mother’s 100th birthday.

to what?

i’m fine; i wasn’t there.  it was on my commute, but about half an hour before i leave the house heading that way, so the only thing that affected me was all the people taking alternate routes suddenly going my way, too.  reminds me of tulle fog crashes in the central valley.  the highway is still closed.

i call your attentions to the new link in the center column, which will lead you to eezeye, the fourth interlinked location at which i now appear.

how can it still be just wednesday?? yippeee!!!!

took me awhile to figure it out, but in the end i submitted to the art educators’ show a mixed media piece called “she returned to tampa” which utilized a previously made painting and worked for me.  invisible art.  i just could not get the dwelf going in the right direction.  the opening is the 11th and, of course, i don’t want to go.  i don’t think i shall.

i had forgotten to report that the same association has the banner for this page up on its site, so that’s two pieces i have out and about with my name on.  knitting isn’t out, i don’t think; i have yet to check with the new baubles site (RL.)  all in good time, i suppose.

degrees.  they promise it will be in the 20s tonight, though.  ah, my swooping head.

a new year!  i’m looking forward now. peas all made, bread still risin’.