The V-42 ... can you guess the shape of such a thing? It's a plane, no, a plan ...

"The Douglas XB-42 Mixmaster was an experimental bomber aircraft, designed for a high top speed. The unconventional approach was to mount the two engines within the fuselage driving a pair of contra-rotating propellers mounted at the tail, leaving the wing and fuselage clean and free of drag-inducing protrusions. Two prototype aircraft were built, but the end of World War II changed priorities and the advent of the jet engine gave an alternative way toward achieving high speed." 

-both photo and description above are from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Warmth has returned to the Pacific Northwest.  "Warmth" being relative, my brother would still shake in disbelief when I tell him it's 40-something and we like it.  JOTS is in kitty-land bliss:  the slantboard with the lamp on over head.  The quonset is warm.  Through the leg of my wolly sweats, my thigh is toasty. 

Winter is difficult for lots of folks.  I've been to two friends with blogs in different parts of the North American continent to catch up on their lives since these tutu in the vardo have been living their lives.  My heart goes out to 'em.  We send prayers and soon a little bit of support to help in other ways.  The pipes here have unthawed, the hoses run water to our sink and the breezes are blowing through the tall trees.  I'm just back from my first stroll since just as Christmas, and I feel good!  The migraines have passed, at least for the now and I have experienced more of my real life.  If there is some lesson that came from those pre-ecliptic slams on the insides of my head it might be:

1. keep an open-mind (put don't let your brains fall out!)
2. reach out (how would I know I could get by with a little help from a Coke?)
3. amazing grace comes from all sorts of places/spaces (pain being one of them)

Just a few days ago we got a comment from our long-time cyber friend Liberty.  She referred to our blog with a tag that I've not recognized as a form of naming.  I loved it, and laughed when I saw how you get called what you get called and sometimes it works/sticks or just becomes a plan.  She referred to Vardo For Two as V42.  Thanks, Libby.

Necessity has long been one of the reasons for invention, in Frank Zappa's case I don't know?  Anyway today's post is a meandering thing, like thawing pipes I'm innocent in the flow of things.  Being human here on the Island in the Sound with no radio on, and WHAT?  It feels like home to me.

Tiles B4 floor

Winter, 2008

White Center, WA.

 The V-42

newly topped, tiled and not yet ready to be home

White Center, WA

Winter, 2008

Life here on the Earth is an experience.  An experiment?  I read somewhere that we are the gift Creator gave to us.  What we make of ourselves is what we give to the Creator.  Hmm?