Sweeter Than Heaven
At my feet, curled in a loose ball, lies a puppy named Wicket. She’s been with us since Sunday. It hasn’t been the easiest transition for Levee, who seems to enjoy her and the company she promises, but is also not fond of having her dangle from her face like a pig wattle. We’re giving her (Levee) space and the freedom to growl and snarl as needed. There have been a few snaps, followed by yips, but no harm has been done. I’m confident they’ll sort things out in a few weeks. Progress on our home has, of course, stalled. It’s difficult to do much with such a little one running between…
His Dreams of Tomorrow Surrounded by Fences
It’s 3:30pm, and I’m only just now sitting down with my iced coffee, which I started fixing* around 8:30am. The morning was spent at my favorite store, Tractor Supply. I can walk in that store, and before I get fifteen feet inside, I’ve already found seventeen different items to buy, which I’ll try to balance while holding Levee’s leash. All stores that allow dogs are my favorite stores, but Tractor Supply is my best favorite. Ye ken? The air conditioner for our office room, the room where I spend the most time, pooped out almost three weeks ago. Apparently there is an air conditioner season, and we are no longer in…
If You Get Lost, You Can Always Be Found
I saw the dark, long-haired cat sitting in the middle of the back pasture. I always think of that particular cat as a female because she has an extremely long tail, which reminds me of Stitch’s, the little kitten who showed up the day after Reyka was put to sleep. His tail would swing up over his back and touch the top of his head when he was excited. I like to think of the dark, long-haired cat as his mom. She was sitting, upright and proper, in the crunchy, sun-bleached grass, staring at the house. It’s unusual to see her sitting anywhere. Normally she’s running, her body low to…
Papaya, Papaya, Paya
This is an iPhone photo, taken very late at night to ensure maximum graininess. I am sincerely nervous about showing the inside of our refrigerator. I really have no idea why, it’s not like there’s anything wrong with it, it’s just…private? I’m telling you, I possess some weirdness. Moving on… I am not a big snacker. I have never felt a desire to eat much between meals. However, I’m trying to remember to snack more, as a method of helping to keep my portion sizes down. The problem is, I’m lazy. I love strawberries, but if I’m feeling a little hungry after lunch, the idea of preparing them will often keep me from…
It’s Only Just a Bitter Form of Rain
A few weeks ago I ordered two herbal apothecary books. Of course, you can’t concoct anything without herbals, so I ordered some of those too. Now I’m completely out of room to store anything. I mentioned before that our kitchen table is an old pianoforte, converted into a desk/table. One of these days I’ll take a picture. (Update: I found a terrible photo from the day we brought it home. You’ve probably already seen it, since it’s at the top of the post, unless you like to close your eyes and scroll down immediately when opening a webpage, which I do too, don’t feel weird.) Anyway, the innards of the pianoforte were…
