Decant a good ferment on a cloudy day when sour is in the air. Like today. Four quarts sauerkraut and four pints of beets.
Except it’s hard, under those conditions, to make a good photo. I think the photo below is from the first day Frida was in our lives. Early days, anyway.
Frida hasn’t visited me yet. I’ve been really still, listening. No dreams either. I’m patient. Lacey is feeding me memories–a life sustaining IV drip. I’m stitching together our video clips of Frida into a movie. Twelve minutes so far. I could watch it on a loop for days. Glad I don’t have a VR headset or I would sink into it. The mail carrier left in our box yesterday a letter from Hearts United (the shelter that shared Frida with us). Just a periodic request for support, but it was spooky and heartwarming. Friends on the other coast called Little Anthony’s and had them deliver pizza, ziti, salad and garlic bread. It tasted so good. So many kind notes from warm souls. Thank you all very much. It really helps to know you’re out there.
I’m going to be with Lacey now. Have a great day. Speak to you soon.