Out the Door Window to the Way Back early this morning. It was cold last night and they were hungry early. When they wake up in the Albatros, the first you see of them is one, usually Onday, standing in the little cut out doorway just looking. This time of year, it takes a while before they come out. Then they warm up in the sun, walking around, looking. At some point, they Migrate to the Way Back via the corridor. I feel so good about this….the Migrating. Once in the Way Back they mill around again for a while. Check the bowls for anything left over, scratch themselves on things, just mill around….until, it's suddenly Time. Usually it's Mercy that Sounds first. Then if i don't go right away, others will join in calling. After they have eaten enough to feel good, they lie down in the Sun. I was loving this morning how they still lay with their mothers, most of them. Some like Magic always lays alone. She prefers it that way. And this morning i was happy to see Barbara next to Snowbunny, her mother. Although Barbara is 3. They are the two right infront of the Big Stump and the Blue Chair. Snowbunny is curled up in a feed tub and Barbara is pressed against it. Her injured scur stump must be healed well enough to go back to normal. I like them this time of day particularly. Once in a while they will lay on their backs with their feet sticking in the air and looking like their dead. But not and i guess sometimes it just feels good that way.
Got ready for work and had some time. I'd dreamed of my old good friend from the days when i worked at the hospital. In the dream there was talk about "transitional outfits". We talked about everything possible in the staff room. A bunch of us on break. Why it was transitional outfits in the dream …?????…but we used to laugh about that. How some needed to shop every autumn for the Transition from warm to Cold…..we would tease them. Anyway, i thought i'd take a pic of my new transitional outfit.
For whatever reason, i am not wanting to put levis on yet. So i am wearing one of two corderoy jumpers, a thick cotton shirt, leggings, wool socks and birkenstocks. The difference between outfit One and Two will be that the other jumper is brown, and maybe a different shirt. Otherwise, it's the seasonal "uniform". As i am taking this Selfie
Tay came in from outside and looked and was STARTLED by the image in the mirror propped against the bookcase…….ACK!, Her hair bristled and she growled and Barked and would not be reassured when i showed her the mirror turned sideways, no one there. And the rest of the day she's gone over to the corner in the ROOM to where mirror is parked all the time behind the chair, cautiously creeping near to look and softly growl.
At the farm market on the way home. It was busy. LOTS of women maybe 10 or more years older than me, all stocking up. Part of the reason I love New Mexico is the sound of spoken Spanish and then the Spanglish, the gentle tone inflection of happiness. Contentedness. Everyone was talking to everyone else and the only topic was stocking up for winter and the conversation was so simple, i have heard it a million times over and so have they, but they love, like LOVE to repeat themselves… Oh the chili and beans they will make, the burritos the enchiladas, with a fried egg on top, the stews. These are the same simple foods they grew up on, their parents grew up on, they feed their grandchildren. and beans. always there has to be beans. Every day. every day. Many of them were buying 25lb sacks. Some, TWO 25lb sacks. As we waited to get rung up, the woman in front of me looked at my little 5 pounder and asked me where i'm from. I smiled inwardly. and said Michigan. She said "and how long you are here?" and i said almost 25 years and she Laughed hard and said "then you are from Here now!" "But what?, you don't cook?"…eyeing my little bag of beans…and i said i am only one and her laughing stopped and she said "ooooo, poRacita"….that's phoenetic with a rolled R, i have no idea how it's really spelled, just how i hear it, PooRacita which means oh so sad, so sad and i am sorry.
began the seed stem of the Grass. this is good.
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