And, so we danced. We danced all Saturday night, and into the early morning. Then we slept in my bed. Well, not only slept. I awoke, did my morning routine, made tea, gave some plants some water, and he slept. Mumbling strange, incoherent things, as I snuggled up with him again. And he slept some more. I woke him up again, made toast, he had … Continue reading “Look For Me, Somewhere Down That Crazy River”
And sings the tune without the words –And never stops – at all For those still paying attention, words have flitted through my mind, for days, weeks, months, a year or more now, I think. Here, then gone. Poof! Just so you know. I haven’t gone away, I’ve just had a hard time catching words. So much, too much, all at once. I lost my … Continue reading “Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul”
I watch them. Their ways, their means, their choices, their habits. I watch their leaves turn to the light, see what they like, don’t like, watch their roots in glass vessels grow. Continue reading Who Is Polly Unfurled?
A malaise. A disenchantment. A depth without depth. Caitlin at Broadside blog recently penned an inspiring piece, citing a New York Times article, calling it… well… a languishing. It was like I was in dormancy (of which I know a thing or three, now, thanx to Ali and a tribe of Alocasia’s). Languishing is the neglected middle child of mental health. It’s the void between … Continue reading I Dream Of Ali
Things have stories, memories attached, bits of, scraps of, little pieces of our life. Of ancestors, voices from our past whisper, happy or sad, I love things that have a rich provenance. I suppose it grounds me, tea towel in the wind I once could be, or so mom always said. Continue reading Tales Of A Hoosier
Guess we are copacetic… small and snarlly when touched (well, in ways we find displeasing… which is most ways), but generally a pleasant companion. Continue reading The Taming Of The Hua Hua
Struggled with this post, how to start, if to start, what to say, what not to say. As with all first steps, all beginnings, journeys, all of that, the first step is hard, takes a bit of facing fears, embracing truths, acknowledging desires, dreams, looking forward. This will be one of a series, but that first word I have really struggled with. How? DO I? … Continue reading Because Change Is The Only Constant
Actually, ignored my phone almost the entire time I was at my sisters for Christmas. From Christmas eve till Boxing Day when we left, barely touched it, no desire nor interest, didn’t care anything about what was transpiring down yonder, and it was wonderful. Writing so much the last couple years about that incompetent crybaby down yonder in the land of my birth I guess … Continue reading Crackhead And Sh!tstain, A Big Bad Wolf, And A Merry Yadda Yadda
Just noticed recently, she has white whiskers on her chin. Catch her in the right light, at the right angle, like this morn at dawn. Maybe a little inheritance, somehow, from my bearded Irish lassie? Anywho, 3 or so little white whiskers poke out, right there in the little white spot of her chin. She spent barely 3 weeks with Irish, they have no shared … Continue reading A Long Walk To Euston
Not being an aficionado of smaller breeds of dogs, and certainly not Chihuahua’s, I was surprised at a few factoids about them. My experience was generally limited to the Taco Bell dog and yappy little vicious wee monsters, barely registering on my dog-o-meter. Now, sure, Pika’s father may have some, um, trust issues, and his bark registers in octaves that could break glass, and likes … Continue reading The History And Temperament Of The Magical Chihuahua
Strides have been made, on the surface it would appear otherwise, alas, success is not a science, but a feeling. Such as, the bathroom kennel is working superbly, and now when I leave hear nary a peep, nor a whine. On my return, a sleeply little happy one greets me, and that tis a success, she seems to have no anxiety at separation, solitude is … Continue reading The Little Chi That Poo’d 💩
Love is… picking up Pika and smelling her wee bum to see if it’s her that stinks. Which of course, being a dog, she completely understands butt sniffs. Tis not her, but in the air, so I get on my hands and knees and go on the hunt. Ah, the joys of puppies. Cute and cuddly buggers, goofy and vicious all wrapped up in such … Continue reading Spirit Of The Pack, And Other Tales Of The Pika Daemon Ninja Weasel In Her Natural Environment
She is so small she fits under everything, and is impossible to catch. With her head cocked to the one side, her cuteness betrays a quick and devious mind. Seriously friggin’ devious, I have not blawdy encountered one as devious. At 4 months, she is clever and curious, and so not to be trusted, not.at.all. Apparently, besides being an escape artist, my wee Chi is … Continue reading Let Me Tell Ya Bout My Flying Chihuahua Ninja Weasel
by PaulaB 