16th September, 2018 Sunday
Morning. Clouds are cottoning the Gorge. A night rain leaves front stoop’s concrete grayer. No puddles as of yet.
Tea is honey sweet creamed Earl. Sweatered and blanketed Keystone Elbow cradled with sleeping sighing furries. Rain. Thank you Mother Sky. Thank you Thank you Thank you.
The Florence Drench. Torrential. Full Tilt Boogie Slam at that Island of my memories filling all that flat land full of too much fucking water. News crews swarmed the South waiting for that Huge. When Huge was only what it was, the rest of us seemed unimpressed but not for those who had it coming at em. I have been in paths of raging rain. Ain’t no joke that raging rain and just because the winds were only 85 that storm surge is a monster and just because its The South, the seat of lots of Red ideas doesn’t mean we need to walk away cause it ain’t That Huge. Oh, sometimes talking heads are just too damn fat.
My Papa came in unremembered dreams last night, I do know that he did. Just what we did I just cannot recall. It was just fine though.
Zoi Farmer’s Marketed yesterday. Oh yes she did. And had a time of lets get over it. Oh wow, there is a curb just outside the car door. I am sitting down and will not go, thank you very much. Well, no Little Zoi, you are going. Turn around and tug and don’t give up and let her have her fear. Just keep on talking telling her she is Super Zoi. And whoosh the tension on the leash behind me disappears and light as air she’s trotting through all that fear. My husband is behind her bringing up her rear and as she stops he hugs her and tells her she’s a dear. I tug forward and the air appears and then we see a dog, “OH GOD!!”, Super Zoi has frozen. We are headed for the booth that makes all those doggie treats because of course it is chocked full of lots that she does fear. Two Tinies things are with their peeps and Super Zoi has to hide behind the little billboard she is so much bigger than, peeking round its side. Tinies’ Papa wants to see if he can help Super Zoi can’t do it right away but he keeps trying, yes he does, and then that Super Zoi tail unhinges from her belly and she takes the treat and steps away from hiding. We follow Tinies and their Peeps down that Market aisle. And then, surprise, Super Zoi trots on air right past another dreaded strange canine. OK. We are progressing.
We hit The Farmers Booth and stockpile high the makings for the veggie stew I will brew that afternoon. And there on a table were many baskets of husk cherries, those paper shelled bombs of gold, they captivate me totally. Zoi loves her veg quite a lot, so much so, I turn around and Zoi has helped herself to little peppers, oh yes, she loves The Farmer’s Booth.
We go to visit Beef Man’s booth who says he is quite bored. Its slow for him so we stay a bit ease his waning brain. Two lovely LA ladies with two Puffie pups come up. Oh, Super Zoi wants nothing more than to crawl under Beef Man’s table cloth and see the Puffs no more. But Puffs insist and wiggle wags at her and Super Zoi decides maybe they are not so bad and sniffs a little back. Yes, indeed, we are progressing.
So we stand about some more. A tall timber and his lady spy the Zoi and fall. I say come pet, she is a pup, we are happy to tell you more. Zoi’s fine with this, she likes them and then they wander off. Then another two spy her and want to ask some more. They know she is a Zoi. They know how fine she is. From Perth in West Australia, yes they are. I love to hear their cadence and they really like the Zoi. And as we stand and chat away I notice other dogs, and so does she but instead of feeling so much fear, she looks like she might want to know if they want to play. Progress.
The Aussies bus is calling but they want a pic of her. We wave good bye and trot right down the dog filled market aisle. There is no tug, there is no stop, only light as air as we walk past parked cars and the ones that move. I sing her praises to the Sky, I tell her she was brave, so brave, Super Duper Zoi. She is tender, yes she is, but never ever mean. Back at home, she is so glad to see all of her pack. We will take her out again today to Market Small if the Rain is not too much.
As we were making lunch in our kitchen small, there did appear upon our floor another little friend. He is a little different than our other friends but I don’t think he knows.
I have the color bug. I need to change these walls. The windows’ wall is really just a frame for view, this color is just too light. If I change this than Chartreuse kitchen has to change up too and then dining, entry and mud room too so all those colors have to fit themselves together. Well, wish me friggin luck.
I want me another husk cherry.
Ta.
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