this fireweed colour is the colour of my bedroom i think, or close to it. i actually took pictures of from the trip to round island of those pink walrus above and colour matched the walrus to a paint colour. turned out to be called fireweed.

chatted with my sister and a brother for a few minutes. i try and catch up with everyone from time to time. gets harder as lives branch out, but i do think it's important to keep those ties. family is family. sometimes it's frustrating as hell, but in the end it's worth the effort.

old poem:
TRACKS
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his tracks dug deep into the sand,
with each step he took,
it became evident that,
he was the only mad to walk the land,
for his were the only footprints in the sand,
now anyone who trudged this sand,
would only be shadows of the man,
whose footprints first,
had sliced the land,
the waves spoke little that morning,
for a tale was being told,
history being made.

the man stopped to glance back at the tracks he'd left behind,
to see each toe stretch forth,
and grasp unnumbered grains of sand,
overpowering them to move him along,
he looked out at the water,
and he knew that many had sailed the sea,
but never stopped to walk,
where now his footprints stood,
his eyes traveled the horizon and wandered back to his steps,
but they had disappeared,
eaten, devoured,
by a creature beneath for sure,
the creature must be angry,
that a man would walk upon his sand,
and leave footprints to scar his land.

the man laughed at the creature,
and in spite of the creature,
continued to place his mark in the sand,
he ran and ran and ran,
til he passed out,
too exhausted to search for air,
in hopes that the creature couldn't devour all his steps,
and those who would follow after him,
would have to bow down,
to the steps of the man who had first walked the land. july '83

obviously a poem about ego and inflated ones at that. don't recall who's inflated ego it was about though. oh well....

so just a few from todays walk. was too busy chatting to get pictures. just the three of us, plus the baby and 5 dogs. blossom wasn't as tired as i like as she did some digging in the back yard. she hasn't done that for ages. brat.

here is andrea with her baby nash. cute little guy. she looks pretty happy with her new adventure.


felt badly for my old, thin cat. he's just wasting away. he seems to be grooming less and less, but still he comes up for meals twice daily. can't seem to put him to sleep when he still enjoys a meal so much. so tonight i took a minute and made him this little coat. he just has no meat on those old bones so it seemed the kind thing. he was a bit freaked at first but i think he likes it now.

thin cat,
has lost his fat,
his fur has lost,
it's sheen,
the command he held,
just years ago,
is rarely ever seen.
...just a little ode to mufasa.

was trying to get rio to model her new fall jacket. i was so excited for her to wear it on todays monday walk that i forgot her collar. i had also not sewn the velcro bits on so they didn't stick and in the end she couldn't wear her new jacket anyway. so this evening i did the hand stitching on that. it's a bit painful getting through all those velcro peices and i broke several needles...seems to be a theme for the week. broken needles.