wishbone,
bald eagles do look angry, but i've never thought them to be so. if anything, they're just a little disgruntled on account of us taking their land and all. and then to add insult to, you know what they say, injury, we plaster their faces on aluminum urns and things as our national symbol of freedom. i mean, if they don't yearn for the days of the natives, then there is nothing left i do understand. melanie is working on the saving the planet. rox had me type up an angry letter to her elderly sister-n-law for sending her an email implying that obama is the muslum anti-christ the book of revelations warned us of. i've never seen her so upset. my aunt katie said great aunt elizabeth would probably never speak to us again. good riddens. been making some sweet postcards out of photocopied polaroids and scrap cardboard, then i merrow the seams, getting a little better on that sewing rig. working on making some moccasins and muclucks. once i get it right i will make you a pair of each. can you keep an eye out for used leather coats that i can cut up? my relationships with both on lei and clara have been really great lately. clara and i have been doing this interpretive dance mid-afternoon. it's about cutting a giant melon in half and sharing it. susan, the accountant, brought me some mint, it's of a thick and fuzzy nature, not the kind you can dry up and make tea with. there are loads of different strands of mint. she kept telling me to throw it in the pan when i'm cooking chicken. i realized how far i've come from my omnivore days because i almost barfed when i had a visual of that frying pan. instead it'll just sit on my desk next to the aloe plant and the strange flowering asian number annie gave me. talk about approaching total godessness. it would be good to chill with you and bertititous. i'm off to vermont at the end of the week, in search of gooseberries under the hunter's moon. you never know, things have been way out of alignment lately.
peace and hunny,
dew