when my daughter was little, she loved toads. each year we would get a new plastic swimming pond, maybe 6ft wide and what, 8" deep???? i don't know. but in it, she would create a world for her toads. she would put mud and little plants, some would die and some actually would stay alive. the plants, not the toads. the toads were fine, always. and then build little twig things that only she knew what they really were. little huts. bridges, mounds. for the toads. and this would go on and on. and often i would see her out the screen in the kitchen door, leaning down, so close, leaning down and saying, Yes????, i can't hear you. speak louder, Please.
and i kind of feel like that now.. but just to Everything in General…like….I Can't Hear You, Speak Louder, Please.
i had to make up yesterday and today for the days of work away i missed because i was sick. so today i took 3 curtain panels to wash in the Old Cowboys washing machine while i worked. one totally disintegrated. really. turned in to fibers. quite something to see. and then here, on the plastic that covers the window behind the computer screen (and the window whose curtain disintegrated)
these two photographs are very subtly different. i want to know how. so i go back and forth. but then, the peacock feather is right there. right in front of me. no photograph, but IT. there. slid sideways onto the plastic.
and i got a call from a woman named Marguerite who has a Project for placing dogs. and horses. she called wondering if i might have space for two Nigerian Dwarf Goats. their person is recovering from surgery and needs help.
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