Once on the ground, Tilly did his Perfect Lively Puppy thing and investigated his spots, did his business, and tried taking me for a longer walk. Would have been nice but I didn’t have a jacket and the legs weren’t working right. It was worth it to get him out like this, though. His little paw prints broke the surface of the pristine snow, leaving a delicate pattern of happiness and zest. And all four of his legs worked. As I scuffed along next to him, I left a path, too. My right foot drags a bit, leaving an uneven pattern in the snow. Tilly’s got a little curve to his path now, too.
As I mentioned before, I am feeling less than Christmasy this year. Seeing our shuffling gaits marked in the snow helped a bit this morning, though, as I became acutely aware of how grateful I am that he is still here, is walking, and despite the effort needed on my part some days, we are walking together, still. LIve long, little TIll. You are so loved.
Then I ask myself...why does he still need a haircut? It’s long overdue. As is everything! Havnen’t started Christmas shopping yet in pure avoidance of it all and because I haven’t felt well enough to deal with it. Will have to do something this weekend, as well as throughout next week. Will be busy.
Need a haircut as all the curl has left along with the medicines leaving my system, and I have flat hair and feel like Mama Cass again. The usual chores await and then there can be a few minutes of art time...sigh.
Hapi is howling like an angry cat and now follows it up with a “Noooo!” in my voice. Repeated three or more times an hour. Ugh. Theo and his brother briefly were together last night as Seamus attempted to eat with him. It was the closest they’ve been since the battle began. Eventually the reuniting was shut down with an ugly hiss. It is a sign, though, that true reconciliation isn’t too far away.
For an artist’s link today, I found the work of Bryant Holsenbeck, an environmental artist that focuses on making people aware of the issue of plastics in our world through her art. These adorable birds have flighty energy because of the medium -- the thinness of the plastic suggests feathers. But the birds that have more fibers seem trapped or tied up, restrained. Interesting feel to these little things, Her blog is also thought provoking and can be seen here. As an artist that almost shudders when a plastic bead accidentally makes it into her stash because of it’s temporary, chintzy feel, I am surprised that I like these sculptures so much. I will try to do a project with kids this year focusing on recycling refuse into a well designed art object.
Peace out and enjoy the snow.