windthread

the pic isn’t going to load tonight. i’m not going to keep trying. it’s hot. was 110 today. Now, 9pm, 99 degrees. Heat like this saps energy. it’s a biological phenomenon. you can feel it seep through your sweat…your forehead, the space between your breasts becomes a pool of sweat, of energy. it all just drips off.
Margery Knott of Trickster’s hoard asked about writing story. i found self answering, awkwardly…..was surprised to see self saying that i have lost the urge to write, to storytell, because i had lied. Had never given it words before. But there it is.

i wanted to put the pic here of the snake. (it’s ok, Marti ) the dead snake that was just There, this morning in B garden…right in the center of the walking space, in the middle of Everything Space, extended, probably about 18 inches or so, a young one, slender. No real sign of a wound but maybe a tooth to the head. a single tooth. Puppy is a hunter. Efficient. she kills. Puppy. Puppy kills. then just walks away.
We have talked of getting her a bell collar. Both Jenny and Alyssia are maybe FOR it….i have said otherwise, remembering something about a collar getting caught and the cat hung. But also, not said, is that Puppy is a hunter by Heart. She hunts the Hill. I know that. She hunts birds and small mammals, lizards. and
snakes. And she leaves them. Goes to the Curry House where there is a food bowl sitting on the milk stand and if it’s not full, she comes to the door here and complains. I have gotten up in the middle of the night and with a flashlight, taken her dry food to tinkle into the bowl. She likes the sound as much as the food.
back to the snake…
a gopher snake. They can rid a place of rattlesnakes. also called Pine Snakes. I was unsure what to do. Ended up just setting it/them on Tazmeena’s grave. it somehow feeling like too soon, too fast, to
bury
this being
who had most likely come Out, forward, for the water that Emrie and i had left in the shell bowls