… the violent perfection of shadows.
— Joy Katz, Fabulae, (2002)
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… the violent perfection of shadows.
— Joy Katz, Fabulae, (2002)
The next week, while going through my mother’s things, I found an old etiquette book. In the chapter on condolence, there was a drawing of a woman’s hands, narrow, graceful, cartoonish 1950s hands, holding a teacup. The grieving person, said the book, will forget to eat, but she may accept a cup of bouillon. Reading that, I felt, truly, like a pale gold light moved over me. I felt the weight I had been carrying ease just a bit. The etiquette book was not elegiac. It did not offer beauty, or a “message.” Its author spoke from a time when people thought about grief and knew what to do when it happened, a time when grief was an ordinary household condition. The grieving person, the etiquette book explained, is ill. The assessment was as flat and serene as a sickroom tray. This language had possibility. The etiquette book offered a calm voice, recognition, an assurance that I wasn’t falling through space.
Left Behind Can poetry comfort the grieving? by Joy Katz
Cheap Liquor and Cigarettes S12.Ep:24
I. PROSERPINA
She got pulled down and learned to like it. It happened gradually, from the warmth maybe, the moans... all those half-years in hell and one day a murmur, almost somnolent [...]
This was the day she returned, bloodied and dreamy, one broken heel and dress inside out, to the frozen earth —the first time spring came late. Ceres knew then she had lost her. Blanched almonds and fennel, boiled wheat, white seeds, offerings for the dead; Ceres bit her fingerpads until they burst like grapes.
— Joy Katz, Fabulae, (2002)
Zoey got done with the nursery then the dryer broke and she needed to paint another painting to keep her fame up. After that she helped Joy work on the rocket. Then sun came up on them and it still wasn’t done. (this takes a long time if you don’t have high rocket science skills) Paisley fell asleep in her tent. They called it a day and went to sleep for awhile.
Katland farm is now Katland Ranch. So, after watching James Turner’s gameplay on YouTube I made Zoey and Joy start harvesting their crops and selling them at the market and OMG! They get so much more! I was going to attempted another reno but I decided to build a new house instead. I wanted it to look like the second half was an addition that happened later. Interior shots coming up next because the interior underwent several adjustments during gameplay/testing.
For good minute I was like my girl @cinamun sitting here staring at the screen. Except I was trying to decide if I wanted to download a whole new house or expand. I’ve seen some really nice ones some of you guys have done. Their cute cluttered cottage didn’t stand a chance against toddlers toys, a dog, a cat and more children. So, I did a little expansion that would allow for room to addon again if need be. It’s amazing what an extra row of tiles can do for you. Moved the their bedroom downstairs, moved the stairs, widened the kitchen and living area and added a half bath. For the barn I used the TOOL mod to shrink the sheds so I could hide them inside a bucket in the barn.
A Quick Re-introduction S11:Ep.42