It doesn't sound fake to me, because I have heard much the same "angelic choir" sounds in the spring, summer and fall at the farm, when the frogs and other various musical animal were really shouting out their practiced, ancient choruses.
Weird, eh?
Totally. So, have I proved my alien status yet? Can I go home now?
Where was I?
I think I'll always carry a part of the old worm farm with me, and I hope I carry this part the longest. I'm glad my tape-recorder brain will be able to repeat this. It helps me to breathe. Life off the farm is predictably, and not all un-pleasantly, different. Noisey, busier, more domestic engineering required, to the 12th power, I figure. My hands say WHAT? I flex them mercilessly. They twist a little harder to retaliate, what a battle our own bodies are!
But it is grotesquely wonderful, how much I appreciate this new address. I never thought a garage would complete me, but there it is. How shallow is that? Just because I allowed the old bathroom to continue to disintegrate, (since good old LL's wouldn't fix the absestos tiled kitchen floor) shouldn't mean that I must scour my new bathroom every day with my eyes, never allowing it to show any signs of anything for very freakin' long. But I do.
BOY, I do like to clean. Which reminds me...
I will blame my non-readers, as I often do, until pings have reached zero on the loser scale. Once I'm sure no-one is out there, I do believe it's safe again. We shall wait and see...
To my eyes widened, my niece has been pinging me. Family doesn't get it. Do another post, they say. Family reading isn't the SAME. I can always say ANYthing to family, whereas here on the netlandz, notsomuch. It's different. I am a writer, I just never wanted anyone to know I can write. It's my secret. Silly?
Totally.
Hey, when Rob Ford and a teenieweenie are the Canadian symbols of "we made it!"?
I know I'm pretty safe here in blog land.
EVERYbody's on faceBooks, or lInkIn or tweeteredTwiters. texting. Glllassing. I mean, c'mon! What is humanity doing out there?
I'm cleaning. Imagining a few crickets.
OH, on that subject, and because no-one reads here, whew, I must put out a consumer alert.
TO ALL CONSUMERS OF BATHROOM TISSUE (BT)
AKA TOILET PAPER (TP).
Please do NOT consume, btw. I mean, consume, as in, you know.
Keep out of reach of children and dogs and you in the middle of the night.
IF the package states a performance level of "confidence"?
It means "prepare to sandpaper your arse."
Just for you newbies out there to BT/TP consuming, I mean.
Reduce, re-use!
OH, better mention an animal, since older dog is rearranging her bed (underneath the table, at my feet, prime RE) for the millionth time. The last beds to be bought for a while, I hope. These dogs love to beat up on their beds. Lift'n throw the pillow around is the latest idea, Blaze has of course picked up on Flip's tradecraft. The more comfortable/durable the bed, the less they seem to "like" it, and the more it needs thrashing. Flip's been toughing out living in a kennel again, her low opinion of the new back yard evident. She paces the perimeter, and carefully stashes poops in places I'd never think of. And disapprovingly watches as I keep the yard clean of poops. She foils me regularly, often using Blaze's distraction of my attention. Sisters are handy for something.
Flip misses her 5 or so acres of free dog poop.
I don't. The old place is defintely not inhabited right now. My heart still aches for the pretty natural ecosystem we were forced to abandon, the birds and squirrels and other creatures that regularly left their presence known. I know the ice storm will have dealt some heavy blows to the trees around both ponds, prime habitat for the woodpeckers that loved our feeders.
But 24 years is just a couple of rings in our bark, so onward and upward, right?
Totally.
1 comment:
nice to see you posting again. Moving to town must be tough, but living in the place you were was too I think. Glad you have a clean safe place, and if you ever long for the wide open spaces, take a trip west, to see your beloved Johnny Handsome
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