I really like how these three things... they all seem to say something about continuing. The moon, weaving, waves. And the stray selves, they are is just me here, looking.
I will try to clean the basement, use it for a weaving place. Maybe use the big old loom. We got rid of the mice. Caught them. Took them across the river because they kept coming back. We could tell because we marked them. Found and plugged all the holes. Seems good now. Needs a window though. Maybe.