14th September, 2018 Friday
Tea is E Greyed, golden honeyed and softened with unlocal cream.
Day broke clear and cold. Across the Gorge the hint of volcano tip peeks above the wall of hills. Its Fall. I am sweatered layered and blanketed as I tap. Its the Ipad this am as it leaves more space for furries to stretch and paw without my scold or shifting them to not break The Laptop, Dammit.
I do love them, these sweet furries.
Twenty four years. She took breath inside her strong wee lungs, rooted out the part of me which fed her for the next two years. Youngest’s Day. Such a loving heart, such a great good brain. She reminded me what I was. I might have walked a different road, blind and deaf, to the expected. I had been good at that. That expected thing which is outside, not the thing within. As I sang to her lullabies, I opened up and more of me came out.
She just called. She’s way down South. Its her Day and all of those who love her are clamoring to sing her “Happy Birthday” on her phone while she is fielding work on wiring that needs to be redone.
I wish for her this day that in the coming year, she who sorts her puzzle pieces oh so very well, she is a Virgo after all, fits more of them together so her whole comes even closer. Yes, my darling, yes you can. Love you Love you Love you, my great big little Lamb.
Well, yes it hit, that storm full of Atlantic’s fury, right at the spot my family perched on a very fragile island beach for a while. On that island my Oldest was conceived, inspired by her two year old cousin. I asked for a child with eyes the color of the sea and hair the color of the sea grass. And yes indeed, that’s how she came.
Many happy moments on that island my parents built in defiance of the odds that hurricanes would wash it out to sea. They were the 1920’s crew who fought the odds of WW2. They played life with the flavor of roulette thinly cloaked in stable family. The night my father died another storm washed him up into the sky. I sat on a hill nearby in torrential rain, screaming out my pain. He was a mountain of a guy.
So that island back across this land is having quite the day, water pouring from the cone of wrath Africa hurls across an ocean more and more. Ya Africa, that rootland of Man. The Mother Land of Man. The Mother we misuse and walk away. When I pray for light to come to anywhere on earth it is for Mother Africa I pray.
Someone’s farting on this couch and it ain’t me.
We clipped MiLady Deerhound’s Spears and OH MY GOD, what a fiend she is. Since Twin Brother Zoi’s tale came through, I have thought about a thing or two I do defer. Those things are those that require a fight with the large dogs. Milady hates to have her nails cut. She is a dragon, you remember that, and when she decides, “Oh no, you cannot do that”, God help me. I give up.
So today I wrangled husband, sat him in a chair and handed him the leashed and wrangled MiLady Dragon DH. Oh she fought and trembled and snaked whenever she could find a way to wiggle out of clippers way. Why is she so bad at this? Because I have been remiss. I am a BAD Mommy.
Well she survived and so did I. Lots and lots of treats and just a little blood. She did forgive our wrangling. She is my feral Lady and so joyous to be so.
Incorrigible is the word for her.
Well The Wizard’s other Mommy asked me today if while he was winning last weekend had they photoed him that day. Goddess Roamer said, yes, of course, Bob Kohler is the man.
Meanwhile, Zoi’s foreign papers did arrive after many many days being carried across the World. Two weeks it took, really? Well, now I have to register her here with those that do that kind of thing and photos do they want, ok, two shots, one head on and one of her side.
So after clipping My Wild Lady’s spears, husband is assigned the task of shooting Zoi’s two shots.
Later in the day, Bob Kohler did I call, to grab The Wizard and Lord Roamer’s Winning shot. We chatted quite a bit and then the shot flew across the wire. It opened up and there they are, my Lovely Wizard and his Lovely Lovely Lord.
So here are shots that husband and I did in our front yard of our beloved playing Zoi who has not gone to Showing School. Neither have he or I.
Next to them is Bob Kohler’s stunning jewel of my lovely Wizard Ah and Lord Roamer too.
Homespun vs Pro, which one wins for you.
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