Saturday found me with a full blown cold and a day with the whole family stretching before us. We had kicked around the option of going to a craft fair down at Fort Mason, but then I looked at the vendor list. Beautiful, trendy and high-end = affordable only to the Silicon crew. On a good day, I could attend such a thing without money and leave inspired, but the weight of my sinuses was clearly telling me that weaving my way through pretension was going to leave me resentful and grumpy.
So I grabbed a stack of books off the sewing table, plopped them on the floor of the sunroom and announced Instead of going to a craft fair, we’re going to have a craft day.
We found this 1970s encyclopedia of crafts, The Family Creative Workshop, at a yard sale in Shasta when Fern was a baby. The projects are the real deal, and can be fairly advanced. Repurposing old fur coats, tooling leather, glass blowing. Building a greenhouse, mask making, parades.
Jeff and the kids spent the morning sifting through the ideas. Leo and Fern decided they wanted to make Ojos de Dios (God’s eyes). Jeff decided he wanted to make a marimba. I decided to be sick. And to work on an embroidery project, that may or may not be part of a very belated Bioregional Swap. (By the way folks, I haven’t gotten any reports back about the swap. How’s it going?
After a trip to SCRAP for materials, we got busy. (SCRAP is a giant warehouse full of donated materials that you can repurpose for art. We loaded up a basket full of stuff, plus some lumber, and it only put us out $15 bucks.)
The finished “eyes”. The book has some more complicated patterns I can’t wait to try, but also, check out these!
The first (and, I’m determined, the only) cold of the season also coincided with the end of my fire cider from last year, so I whipped up a new batch.
I made a variation of this recipe. I left out the rosemary and added 1/2 cup shredded burdock root. I also will not be adding honey, since I like my cider to blow off my head with a tang.
A full moon in Taurus is my favorite time to let my special stones out to play. They’ve been charging up since Saturday, and I think they look quite revitalized. (I may be just a wee bit more hippy dippy than I let on.)
Sunday I returned home from my women’s group to an empty house, the kids still on an adventure with Daddy and Uncle Paul. I wanted to use the rare free time to get ahead on some email, but an odd sound from outside kept snagging my attention. At first barely audible, I finally was able to tune in to what sounded like a jungle animal…
Kuk. Kuk. Kuk. Kukukukukukukukuk.
I looked out the window and saw my Coopers Hawk friend, who is back for the winter. He’s been on his favorite perch quite frequently. I knew it wasn’t him making the noise, so I looked around for another bird, perhaps a migrator who was sounding an alarm. But there were no other birds to be seen.
I walked outside to the back steps. No one was divebombing the hawk. The sky was empty. I heard the call again. Kukkukkukkukkuk. Was it one of those laughing gulls? Kukukukukukuk. Oh. My. God. No. Freaking. Way. I held my breath, then dashed into the house for the camera.
Coopers Hawks are silent birds, and usually only vocalize during breeding season. Which is in the spring. Towards the end of the vid, you’ll hear the kids as they get home. Figuring I had caught the best bit, I turned off the camera. The Coopers Hawk crouched down to fly off, and I expected him to soar out over the city, as he had done so often before.
But instead, he flew straight towards me, swerving up over my head at the last minute, disappearing onto the roof of the school next door.
My friend Shane thinks that if you put GPS on all the hawks in the city, we would discover that I see them so frequently, not because SF has a large number of raptors, but because they’re actually following me. It’s an idea that makes me laugh, like that character in a Douglas Adam’s book who hated stormy weather and didn’t realize that the clouds followed him around because they loved him. Whatever the reason (He’s my spirit animal!), I was overcome with awe and joy. Yesterday’s event will go down in my top ten.
Also, this happened.
How was your weekend?