Eric Anderson City Mangler-Let's Review

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From the beautiful Jen Graves ..her moody and accurate writing makes me weepy with adulation....
Read here what she has to say about the murder of The Luzon.....

And ...I suddenly don't sound like such a Town Crank for being cranky about my opinion on Eric Anderson City Mangler.......here....and here.....and here....

and I'd like to take this opportunity to debut my new slogan....
In Tacoma By Default.
that's copyrighted also.

Official: TressieFest

I claim October for my own. I always have. I share it with my son who was born on my 20th birthday...and my brothers...and my friend Jen...and oh, I'm sure there are others...many many others.

But it's about ME. October. I love everything about it except that it is a gateway to winter, and I hate winter. No one on the planet hates winter more than me. Cold. Wet. SAD. Colder. Wetter. ugh. Depressing.



October is....the clearest blue skies with eye-gouging yellow leaves...funnest most inspiring thing to do is to lay under a tree, and gaze through the leaves to the sky. I do this all the time, actually. If you ever see me on my back under a tree, do not assume I'm dead/waiting for a bus/looking for my glasses/napping........
please note I am Enjoying Nature.




I am soon to be 55 (I think). I am on a big kick to Enjoy Nature. I think that since I have only 10 or 20 years left on the planet, if my tremendous luck holds out... that I should stop being a Hater on Winter.



So...to that end...
I shall commence to be making the most wonderful winter stuff you evah seen....
glitter covered eyeballs, glitter covered spiders, satin dresses trimmed with white fur, white tuxedo jackets and silver lame pants, Santa hats, and snowflake hats, and cashmere underwear...
and more stripes.

I didn't know Brian....

but I'd seen him many times, because this is a tiny town. But many people I love and do know...did know Brian Redman and are grieving and so so sad...
Thinking of how hard death can be for the young to know....
and how music releases....
that art always soothes...and excites...and forgives....

This poem came to mind...I find it comforting....composed by a transplant who graced the Northwest as a poet...
Theodore Roethke...himself an iconoclast...supremely talented.....
wrote

The Waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

Oh Little Garden...how you make me smile..

Mark and I went and liberated some bricks at the other end of the parking lot on Commerce...and I built a border, and filled it with a blend of chicken shit, compost and dirt...plus the dirt that had blown in to this little space from years and years ago.

It's the remnants of a parking strip, at the entrance of a building that was torn down...I don't know exactly how long ago...about 25 years at least. So, a small maple had rooted in the 3" deep soil, a few butterfly bushes, some blackberries, and those ferns that are all connected to each other trailing off to whereever they want to pop up...

I planted nasturtium seeds....maybe a bit late for them frosty-wise, but we'll see. 70+ narcissus bulbs...a few pansies, a few johnny-jump-ups, and 4 winter kale. I tossed some alyssum seeds over the dirt...I'll still add in some dusty miller...

If it's still here...if it isn't destroyed by vandals or the City of Tacoma (replacing the sidewalks for the rich yuppies)...I'll add primroses as soon as they become available...

Glen added a broken china Little Colonel...he's headless and has only one arm. I think he's just fine....a wounded veteran...spending his last days at Tressies Vets Home............ just like where I grew up.....
this is what I do...Make Chicken Soup...out of Chicken Shit.

Being Scary...Being Sarah Palin

The Woman Who just won't go away...like that little paper cut at the end of your pointing finger, the one you use 1000 times a day...
Yes, Sarah Palin, The Painful Hemorrhoid of Politics, Proof Positive, that just because someone is in possession of a twat, it doesn't make them...
a) Smart

b)Kind

c)Trustworthy

If you gotta Do Sarah one more time this year...Please, the more we hold her kind up to ridicule the less power these morons will have over us....
You Must See This !!
listed by seller buddhagouda at etsy!

Can you believe I've been awake since 4 am Sept 23

and it is now 12:32 am..sept 24. wtf?
totally on the natch. cause I don't do drugs. vodka is not a drug. it is elixir to make you smart. You. Smart.

K.
Here is what's new in funkoma world...
Amazingly ludicrisly soft.
Lolita Lempicka alpaca wool blend coat..with a scarf...cape...thing...
check it out!





Told Ya! yes it's on etsy.
Can you tell I have a new camera and some new lights? Yes. Much better. I told you I can learn. That only took um, a few years. Man I miss my northern light ManRoom.(last picture)
k. now I'm tired. back later with a story about a gal that bought a dress from me on etsy, within ......oh, 2 hours of listing it! WTG! Automne !

Tacoma, this is my Life !

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