"Buddy" is an old, timid hound dog.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Dec 13 2011
Kid's finals week -- hectic and pressurized.
Jonathan left an assignment at home and I had to carry it to school.
Car to the repair shop for broken motor mounts.
Carpet store says they can install next week, Christmas week.
Chimneysweep calls and can get by next week at the earliest.
Driving the spare car to pick up the kids, the radio was tuned to a pop Christmas station and when Bruce Springsteen belted out "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" I practically puked -- it sounded so cynical and cheap. There was a pall over me for the next hour.
Took a walk with Mary right after school.
The aspen next to Lorena's house looks for all the world like it is budding ?!
Mary has better eyes. When I remarked on the "bluebirds" she told me to look closer.
Cedar Waxwings. It must be Christmas. They appeared to be feeding on bugs in the air, which is news to me.
The old oak has its winter fungus. It must be Christmas.
On the way back home, talked to Lorena over the fence. One of her horses contracted "Pidgeon Fever" -- viscious deep open sores. It's a bacterial blood disease, transmitted by flies. She had to nurse the horse for 2 months. No other horses in the neighborhood got the disease.
Jonathan left an assignment at home and I had to carry it to school.
Car to the repair shop for broken motor mounts.
Carpet store says they can install next week, Christmas week.
Chimneysweep calls and can get by next week at the earliest.
Driving the spare car to pick up the kids, the radio was tuned to a pop Christmas station and when Bruce Springsteen belted out "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" I practically puked -- it sounded so cynical and cheap. There was a pall over me for the next hour.
Took a walk with Mary right after school.
The aspen next to Lorena's house looks for all the world like it is budding ?!
Mary has better eyes. When I remarked on the "bluebirds" she told me to look closer.
Cedar Waxwings. It must be Christmas. They appeared to be feeding on bugs in the air, which is news to me.
The old oak has its winter fungus. It must be Christmas.
On the way back home, talked to Lorena over the fence. One of her horses contracted "Pidgeon Fever" -- viscious deep open sores. It's a bacterial blood disease, transmitted by flies. She had to nurse the horse for 2 months. No other horses in the neighborhood got the disease.
Typical Afternoon -- Dec. 12 2011
Jonathan discovers that the clever, mysterious-working, log-holding contraption is made in Sweden --- that confirms it, Swedes are mechanical geniuses! (He was already enchanted by Ikea furniture and the store meatballs.)
Mary and I take a late walk to feed the donkey bananas.
In the road Brewster's Blackbirds flock with cowbirds, obviously finding windblown seed -- easier to spot on the road than in the dirt.
I pose Mary with two varieties of mullein. The one on the right is going to seed and will feed dove through the winter.
I play the trashman. Once a month I pick up the trash on a 3 mile circuit.
A California poppy blooms in the depth of December. I explain to Mary that individual plants can go crazy just like individual people.
Nameless weed is a jewel.
Vulture roosts before the sun sets -- he'd break his wings if he tried to fly in the dark.
???
An old childless couple decorate elaborately every year.
An hour and half has passed, hundreds of incidents and thoughts and funnies happened... how do you record it all? I didn't mention the unattended fire, or the strange man talking to his dog, or the tree with our initials carved, or the horses warm in their blankets, or the house suddenly and mysteriously for sale for a song, or the calico cat in the field, or the smell of fireplaces, or Buddy the adopted cur with his tail between his legs and his hangdog head, too shy to approach, or the fighter jet that screamed in a beautiful swoop
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