January 24th, 2007
lines in the snow
i will wander around this post like i wander about the world.
meander. i like that word, have i mentioned that already?
several squirrels sit surrepticiously digging in the backyard. weeks ago they buried things there and have come back to claim them. its funny to watch them eating their goods while sitting back on their haunches like little kings.
mice are fighting for control of my kitchen. i chase them by banging the cupboard doors, which i do now dozens of times each day. i’ve blocked off their holes so they are making new ones, angry with me for disturbing their existence. the deaf dog does not hear them.
the white wolf sleeps soundly without ears. he has become very comfortable in his new home. too much love. he is learning to shake hands this week, so he can attend business meetings in the near future. “pleased to meet you bob, what’s on the agenda today?”
my day includes tea, walks in the woods, aloo gobi, black pens, deadlines, typing, sweet licorice, stomach cramps, packages in the mail that are not for me, and interviews with newspapers about advertising.
not enough time spent on fun things. not enough doodling. not enough time spent savouring the details, drawing lines in the snow or smelling books.
maybe tomorrow, she says.