The purpose of Sassistas!TM is to dole out sassy and stimulating perspectives on the weird and wonderful incongruities of life . . . or what we prefer to call our social soup. From the ridiculous to the sublime, from the stupid to the miraculous — we’re all swimming in it. Let’s make it easier to swallow.
When Flannista walked into the studio on Monday, Mike looked up and said, "Weren't you wearing those same clothes two days ago?"
Sigh. I had indeed been wearing the same clothes two days earlier.
When I got home on Saturday morning, I dumped the clothes out of my suitcase, stuck them in a plastic garbage bag and took them over to Matissta's house. Because of the cold temperatures, I've had to disconnect the hot and cold water hoses from the back of my washer and can't use it. At Matissta's, I washed and dried my clothes, folded them and stuck them back into my suitcase when I got home.
I'll do the same thing this weekend.
So take a good look, folks, at what has been Flann's home for the last six weeks . . . with two more weeks to go. It ain't pretty, but by gawd, my underwear is clean.
When Flannista traveled to The Land about two weeks ago, she took the "boots" she first walked in with her dear friend, Gwendolyn . . . the boots that Gwendolyn always told her to trust.
A blister on Flann's left heel from hiking and working on The Land reinforced by a lovely card from PEACEsista (see images below) -- told Flann that it was finally time let go of "ye boots" . . . but not without saving the shoelaces, which PEACEsista included in her card. Flann had purchased the shoelaces the only time she ever entered a Wal-Mart . . . the last time she saw Gwendolyn in April 2011. Flann had left the boots with PEACEsista, who thought they still had some miles on them. The boots, alas, were too worn out to be donated. PEACEsista had no choice but to toss them into the trash.
The top image is of me boots on the hearth in PEACE's house, next to the hand of Buddha and a warm candle . . . a sweet way of saying farewell to a pair of boots that always heeded Gwendolyn's call to trust them. Flann will miss them. Not, of course, as much as she misses Gwendolyn.
Yesterday, PEACEsista and Flannista hiked the Turtle Rock Trail at Vedauwoo, "an area of rocky outcrops" near Cheyenne. As PEACE wrote in a comment on yesterday's post:
It was such a beautiful walk, at the peak of fall color in the mountains. Here in the west that means YELLOW, but the quaking aspens were stunning and shimmered brilliantly beside the dark green pines. The biggest surprise came at the end of the hike . . .
The photos in this post are of the surprise -- a mother moose and her calf. Flann took these photos from PEACE's car. The animals watched us as much as we were watching them, long enough for the calf to decide to set for a spell.