Making meaning

I’ve been reading Katherine May’s Enchantment and Sharon Blackie’s If Women Rose Rooted and an archeological book on Rock Art and Ritual

All by way of learning more about cup-and-ring marks and other rock art in the British Isles …

while making my own meaning out of the marks I am stitching (meantime trying to unsee the dots as Girl Scout badges 😉) …

I do love making up stories … as I did with Moon Myth

which Don and I, aka NanaPopPop, read to Parker’s Kindergarten class this morning …

As the latest of the weekly Mystery Readers, we sent clues to be read to the students each day so they could try to guess who was coming. I can’t imagine how Parker figured out it was going to be us …

A wonder-full day

Friday night portended a wonder-full day to come when the universe gifted us with a show of mammatus clouds following a thunderstorm …

Besides which, how can you go wrong when the calendar says it’s International Dance Day?

Sure enough, on Saturday there was baseball, where we got to cheer G getting a double and a triple … then cheered some more as he pitched the last inning, striking out two and catching a pop-up fly to win the game …

And while we didn’t go with the girls to see Disney on Ice, we got to see pictures of them with friends…

along with the latest pictures from St Louis …

Fortunately, we did get to go back to our old stomping grounds at the Wimberley Art Fest

where we couldn’t resist this painting by Jack Krietzburg, which has already found a place on the wall (note: click to see entire images) …

as well as this one by Dana Brock, which is destined to be a birthday present for Ellis on her 4th birthday in August …

All topped off with an early supper at Hays City Store, which we hadn’t been to since before Covid …

And yes, that fried chicken was every bit as good as it looks … thankfully some things haven’t changed.