Jenny, daughter, made me a movie i can watch on facebook. it shows me the Hill, and it IS a hill...as it goes, top to bottom, how it encompasses everyone's "campsite", the Goat Forrest. Her voice is there too. Telling me. We talked by phone.
WHO would have ever imagined such a Time? All of Us have had lives that gave no inkling of what is to come. No inkling. None of us imagined.
i love Hardware. The latches to the back
John, the trailer guy came. Punky's older brother. He looked at the trailer, the Goats. He liked looking at the Goats. has some experience with Goats. He didn't have the right hitch ball so needs to come back in the morning, but Will, and Will come early because i told him about the Goat Rodeo at around 11 am and he said he wants to have come and gone before that....ok and Good. He told me what i need to do to get it registered and plated as a home made trailer. Won't go into that now cause that's another day, but he told me.
some days ago i realized that Tazmeena had had an event. It was the night, i remember it, when there was pouring rain. She was wandering and speaking. I had gotten up and tossed her out the door so she could go under this trailer house. I remember. But last week, i noticed a scent. The basket with this cloth had been on the floor and because of the pouring rain, because of her oldness.....
it smelled, just some, but enough
so i washed it. in a bucket in the bathtub and hung it out. Some of Deb Lacativa, some commercial cloth, but it's washed and sun dried and i knew it again...so this is Good, even this
today i needed a wildness. There is an Eye. Over there on the right, an Eye that watches all of it. That is Witness.