Roly Poly - Zeal is Real

I wanted Zara to have puppies. but the attendant difficulties - primarily my own desire to keep tham all - meant that I needed to have her speyed. On the 8th of February we visited the vet. Fortunately, and with her own natural ability to bounce back, all went well, and tomorrow the stitches will be taken out. Here she is, recovering from surgery. I have to say that the cone she was supposed to wear over her head to stop her bothering her stitches was tried on, very briefly, twice, and quickly removed. She looked so desolate in it, I had to take it off. I'm sure it will soon be tossed out into the garbage. Not once has she bothered her stitches at all. One of the things she loves to do most in the world is push herself along, chin on the ground, front paws tucked under, like she's swimming. I'm sure she was a powerful fish - a tuna or a salmon - in a former life!

What the Wood

I'm wondering what to do with the branches that have fallen in the winds.

I want them remembered.

I'm trying to find a way to make the connection they have for me real to the world outside my own.

They twist and bend as I do. They grow towads the light.

My ideas are still forming. Nothing that is real ever dies.

Bungle

The Ghosts of My Summer...

 

My days have been determined not only by the heat, like a wind against which I stand, but by my computer's malfunctioning. If I appear to have been out of touch, it's not voluntary...