“Had a dream about you last night….  Dreamt I was at your house, we were making supper.  Talking and laughing.  You were showing me around.  Then we looked out the window and saw a few really really red hummingbirds up close to the window.  As we watched them, they seemed to be much more in sync than normal, fluttering around.  Then there were more of them and they began a beautiful choreographed dance.  They became big red dots, moving and changing.  (remember those cylinder thingies that when you turned one end, the colours made all kinds of crazy designs and kept changing? like that).  You and I were amazed, I grabbed your hand and we stood close together as we eeeked out ooohs and ahhhhs.  Then suddenly, RW appeared on the other side of the window and leaned down to take away a little camera he had hidden; meant to capture our reactions to the projected hummie show he had rigged up.  He explained that he had taken some shots of hummies and then created this whirly pirly show of hummies for us but wanted to catch our reactions….  He was so sweet!  You also had a female fox-wolf living in the house with her babies.  RW was renovating a basement room for her and the babies.  I left your house and drove home in a snowstorm…”

103. I woke up this morning to snowfall, snowflakes the size of eyes drifting on straight trajectories. I feel enchanted by weather that has a translucent quality to it, like a girl in a slinky nightgown in the morning, hair mussed, standing in a doorway with the sunlight climbing all over her. The weather clings delicately to a solid world.

41. That makes four:

29. I haven’t left my home since Sunday. I’ve been in my studio, working full throttle on my Rumors series. The funny thing is, I don’t have a lot to show for it! Enameling and prep-work has been eating up most of my time. I can’t be bothered with the rest of life at the moment…you know it can be that way sometimes, when you fall victim to the muse. She has gentle but iron fists; she wants all of you or none of you.

7. And as I walked though the snow, I came upon a skull, sun stained white with void eyes I could stare right through; brains long turned to earth; teeth long turned to clay. I picked it up, turned it over in my hands and went on my way. I carried it with me. I had a dream.

1. I have a lot to tell you.

23. I can’t, for the life of me, remember where I put that thing.

17. RW is away duck hunting with Farley. I hate duck. The meat is too dark, too wet, too rich. It’s like a big, flying liver. Perhaps I’m not cooking it correctly, perhaps I should give duck a second chance. GIVE SECOND CHANCES.

19. I often keep it prime.

3. I’m out of clean socks. I’m wearing leg warmers and bare feet…chilly toes.

11. I have a broken modem. It’s making computer work very tedious since my

pirated signal is disastrously patchy. So please pardon my even MORE delayed

than usual replies to email and convos.