we'll jump to the chase:
you can see where i have cut the base cloth and wanted to WEAVE in the strips. well, i did that and it was NOT right. I WANTED to weave in the strips but it was ….interrupted. so. pulled them OUT. Now What?
What i am needing to make here is a cloth called "Luring Crows". that's the only thing for sure. a cloth called "Luring Crows". but i can't do it so far.
so in a day that really was a very good day because the buck pen got work done on it so if there is snow and freezing rain, they have an option…..whether they in their own thinking Choose to take advantage of that option or not??????? It IS there. and i can know i have done the best I can. They were very polite and accomodating during the rennovation today. i think it was because there was Bill, who i work for, but who is somehow karmically related, him…..a male person? and also the whirring of electrical tools. a sawzall and electric drill. Whatever, they maintained their distance and didn't snort and spit and push and mouth my hazmat outfit as they do when i am alone with them. i spent small moments now and then just petting Sunny Ray who responded with Love and tenderness. Gideon was manly as was Tenzen. Buckwheat kept great distance from all the Unfamiliar. but in the end, if it rains freezing drops, if it snows sleet, they have a place that will be dry and has bedding straw, large enough for all of them if Their own Rules allow it. i have done my best.
and then, i plopped the skins from a pomegranate in the copper pot. i gave the second one to my neighbor asking that she give me the skin.
that's it for now about this.
Nothing is pretty in this moment. Everything feels very Ify and Unknown and partly because it's January and partly because it IS ify and unknown.
I am dreaming more vividly than usual. and usual is bad enough. i dreamed 2 nights ago about the old house on Spring St. in Ann Arbor Michigan…that old stone basement there and the repetitive dream back yard that i don't know but is often attached to the Spring St house in the dreams. and there were people and they had dogs and i won't go into those details but it ended with realizing that their dogs had somehow gotten in and were chasing the goats and running down next to me was one of the goats and i saw her eye..left eye and she was terrified and had that "look" that goats get and i felt her head and it was wet and warm and i thought it was blood, but it actually wasn't, it was just dog spit and mud…she was ok…but i saw her eye and i saw her mouth, how they pant, and what has stuck with me about this dream is that i know that i would do ANYTHING. ANYTHING for these goats.
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