Carrasco Studio

My Boat Tippeth Over.

You know, dear Facebook, I have decided to not take on any more friends I haven't personally met.  If we have met, do jog my memory so I can add you to my list. (let's see, it was in 1917 on the St. Petersburg train platform  .  You were sewing jewels into your jacket lining and I was shoving Annushka through the window of the last train to Helinski. Or maybe it was yesterday in the grocery line at Thriftway.  I was the one with the strange hat)  Anyhow, you get the picture.
If you want to contact me because of my great connections in the business world, forget it.  I am an abysmal marketeer and networker and would be a detriment to your 5 year plan.
This is not personal.  How can it be?  (I haven't met you but am sure you are a lovely person) . I am in my autumn clean house mode. Thanks so much for your interest and kind intentions, Wishes for affectionate and profound friendships for all.  Jennifer

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Green Oceans

I was raised in a small town in a valley between these hills.

And this is the ending triplet stanza for a sestina I wrote about going home for a visit.

Wind parts the grasses, revealing the lines of crumbling foundations.
A dust devil swirls and ripples the wheat, like the stir of inventions
  still turning and flashing, the green fields of my mind..

 

 When I went back this June, I  almost unnerved by the silence and the empty sweep of clouds and wind over the land. I belong in the Palouse, I was born and raised there, but at the same time...never at home in this vastness and quiet.

I want a simple life...to be able to walk in safety to the grocery and the library and to have enough land to root around in.  But not this simple. I like having real water ocean nearby, not an ocean of grain.

Spring, tra la

Today Phil is going to help me get out in the front garden so I can coo over my tulips and daffodils.  O frabjous day!

She Rises

Yeah, I'm Back from the land of Vicoden and  Underground Cloud Travels.

My hip replacement is healing beautifully (a loud hurrah for the excellent care of Swedish Hospital (Seattle) and the tender nursing of my partner Phil. ) He is my medication Nazi and my bath administrator, otherwise known as the PLA, Preventor of Limburger Armpits.

Last night I went off my pain pills and had no pain, but must admit that I was wide awake until 5 this morning.  Oh well, I had nothing else on the line for today other than eat, drink, dabble in watercolors and haul myself around with my invaluable walker. Besides, I was able to finish "Seabisquit) by Lauren Hillerbrand...an excellent book by the way.  I have read 9 books in the past nine days.  Phil goes over to pick them up from my branch library a block away with the instructions not to pick out anything too heavy, like Plato or Kant's "Discourse of Reason".

I creak around the house with my walker like a frigate at sail....windlass squeaking, masts flapping, rolling and tossing....and must do the same for the next 3 weeks.  I can't put weight on my right leg for that amount of time.

I've just started drawing and painting again, and will be back for more regular blogging.

I have a very cool project to start designing.....a magical forest...7'x 12' on canvas.  Since this whole hip thing started with a fall off a scaffold 20 years ago, I am bagging most of the onsite mural jobs, which is not a big deal for me, since almost all my stuff  for the past ten years has been done on canvas and installed later, anyhow.  Will stay in touch and show my process, Facebook friends and others.....  PS...just got notification that my class was accepted for the IDAL convention in Portland this June.  Check it out, Art Fiends.