I can tell that life has gotten hectic because I haven’t spent much time the past week in reflection. Normally, there are about five minutes of peace in the middle of a day where I can stare into the forest and listen, or watch a spider spin a web, or feel the sun warming my back. But the holidays are upon me and I feel the pressure rising. I have a gift list that keeps detailing and evolving. Chas has developed the speed with which to help Ford whirl the house into havoc, and I simply can’t keep up during the day. The evenings are either spent tidying or knitting, since Chas needs new wool pants. But there isn’t much time left for gift-making. And the elves begin visiting the house, what, next week? Ford is expecting a fabric Whomping Willow and a set of handmade Harry Potter dolls from the elves. Me, being the elves, of course.
Sunday Sound Quilt
Chas has been playing with words. He watches my mouth pronounce his favorite words, and he is eager to repeat adn repeat:Ball, mamamamamama, dee dee (which means “baby doll” to him), dog, hieeeee (hi), bye-eeeee (bye), bah-bah (basketball), and various barn animal sounds. His favorite monologue is the repetition of the word “hot.” He repeats, “Haaaa-Tuh, haaa-tuh, haa-tuh” for himself to hear. He enjoys the way it feels. It’s sweet to watch him circle about the house, signing and saying the same word in a happy, meandering trance. It’s a layer of music.
The other layers include the IndiePopRocks simulcast, set on low. I think Damon enjoys the living soundtrack. It’s mellowing.
And then there is Ford on electric guitar and Damon on Ford’s classical guitar. They sit beside one another, playing guitar-babble of their own. Of course, it sounds nothing like babble, but it’s the same little dance. They are feeling out for sounds they like. Ford has the advantage of not having to develop and fortify his ego right now; he is at a wonderful stage in his life where these things are already robust. So he sits there, exploring the sounds that he makes without the want to play like another, or sound like another. At this point, it is only sound. It’s like learning how to talk; he and Chas are very much on the same page, in that respect.
Sunday Tapestry
Santa’s elf has set up her workshop upstairs:
…and is ready to open the gimongous $3 bag of vintage fabric:
While Santa snoozes outside:
