while driving out to take another look at the flatbed trailer that may soon serve as the foundation for my dwelling, cat engages me in a conversation about "the infinite loop" we live in. we've had this conversation before but we expand on it a bit. it's interesting.
and if so, if there is some sort of infinite loop we're engaged in, then i can clearly see parts of mine: cat says each year at this time i threaten to sell my car and he's right except it's only been two years i've said so. other things, too, i'm sure, some of which i track and others i don't. but i have the sense of it all most the time.
i realized today, while thinking and writing about the small little house i'm going to build, that it resembles a covered wagon. this is the obvious snake lying in wait to bite.
a wagon! a pioneer wagon, a gypsy wagon! yay!!!!
lord that's funny. all those years and years of reading the books and journals of the pioneer women. then obsidian. now this.
the women who walked and birthed and buried their babies on the Trail that still runs through my town.
keep you posted and see you next time,
love,
ruthie