1.27.2011



Obsessed with the color of smoke and the color of blood.

My dog got injured last week. It was Martin Luther King Day. Not going to go into the hows and whys. And he's fine, and I'm fine, and we're all fine, all 11 of us not counting the chickens, which would make 22 of us, not counting the pigeons, which would make 154 or so of us, depending on what babies have hatched and are now swaddled under the down of pigeon parents.

So maybe it's the color of pigeons, or the average color of pigeons, and the color of blood. My dog, Slam, the black one, got a rip in his leg that was a bona fide rip. No more details for the squeamish out there, and I guess for me, because I keep seeing that sight: the red state within the black fur, really. It was shaped like the state of ohio. I did not take a picture. But I am living with a whole slideshow, can't erase it. And thus, somehow, am obsessed on a kind of neuronical level with the colors red and black and gray and silver and red. And dark red.

In the book right now, there are mechanations on the main gal's part of clean up the cabin. The bathroom towels are to be cleaned, only the wolf steals them while she's got her back turned. The wolf being the house wolf, whose name is Hamish, after the ham sandwiches he preferred, at first, to anything else. Ham is a kind of pinkish reddish color and this wolf is an ashy to fog color of grey and silver. And the towels, I have written, are salmon pink. I can't get away from it. To get my mind off things and into things I make treasuries, like all the other happy obsessives on etsy (we're a happy, obsessive, global slumber party, aren't we). And lately they are all red and grey. For samplings, keep going.

5 comments:

alexkeller said...

so Slam is okay, right? i know i complain about Bandit shedding all the time, but if something happened to him, i'd bawl my eyes out

. said...

he's getting there. he thinks he's completely fine. as in, I won't let him run so instead he tries to reach new michael jordanianesque heights from a full stop. taking out stitches ttoday.

Steve said...

good to hear Slam is okay . . .
but I thought the house wolf was called Ralph? Different house? Different time period?

. said...

well, Ralph seemed wrong the more I got to know the wolf. He has an other-century quality, a slightly unearthly way about him, and he's so old. so I thought Hamish. And there is a ham sandwich correlation. if you say ham sandwich very fast and you have no teeth, if comes out hamish

Trixie said...

oh no! I'm sorry to hear he got hurt but I'm glad he is okay. That must have been traumatizing for you!