Today I embark on a Curious Adventure Before Halloween
If Madness is place we can travel too and it’s ruled by Gods, I have to wonder:
Do they demand you put nothing above them, not even sanity? Can you question it? Can you wonder about it and above all what sacrifices do the Gods of Madness want?
The invitation came by way of post-and it was delivered to my Mailbox- my real mailbox that exists in the real world.
It was not an EVITE or a FB invite. I almost didn’t know what to do with it. Oh yes.
You slide a knife into the paper and tape and open it.
Funny, the things that slide away from you when you ignore them.
My invitation turned out to be a book.
I opened the book and saw it was hallow- it was book safe.
But what did it hide?
It’s just a silly game I told myself as I went over the things that had spilled out of the package in front of me as I sat at my table.
It’s just a silly game that came through the mail. I sat at my table and laughed.
Oh what the hell, I thought. I’ll play along.
I’m a writer this will be fun.
So I opened the door ( invitation )and stepped through and hours later after I had read newspaper clippings and spent all of that time with silver obelisk that had fallen out of the package along with other curious bits and pieces,when I I realized the lights were all off and I was sitting in the dark-
The fires are burning in Central Washington but as anyone in the Seattle area will be glad to tell you, the air is full of ash and it’s all over the cars ( hey it’s also in our lungs but it’s all about priorities I guess ).
My dog, Hamish Macbeth, made no effort to ask to go out this morning(!) and when we did get out he spent most of his time asking to walk under trees and next to bushes and if he had to jump up a four foot wall to get near them, he did.
He didn’t want to be out in the open and he made that very clear to me.
I didn’t get why he was acting a bit strange because it was dark and I couldn’t see how much smoke and ash was in the air.
Because I followed Hamish Macbeth, I didn’t smell the smoke and we were covered by trees for most of our walk so for awhile I got to avoid the ash.
Lesson here is: listen to your dog when they insist on something.
When the Sun came up, we could see the Sun and the sky was/still is a weird orange color.
These aren’t the most sexy Eclipse 2017 pictures you’ll see but they are interesting.
I stood in the same spot and went back every ten minutes to take a picture of the Sun. Because you can’t look at the Sun ( duh) I had to shoot without looking into the camera.
I didn’t know what I would get, but I figured it would be cool.
When I went back and looked at the pictures in order you did see the sun in all of it’s Glory- I didn’t capture the disk, but you can see it get smaller and you can see the sky around it getting a shade darker.
The temperature also dropped a bit.
The birds all went crazy. The crows and pigeons flew around in crazy circles before getting their bearings and heading off to call it a day. It wasn’t dark, but it did look like it was late in the afternoon/early evening.
Also the shadows distorted, which was kind of creepy.
In the last picture in this post, which I took just before the Eclipse was ‘over’ at 10:24, you can see an interesting camera artifact- it’s a purple orb in the top left hand corner.
In case your curious, I watched it from below street level next to the tracks at the King Street Station which was awesome because I didn’t have to talk to anyone.
I’ve been going through Pictures on my FB newsfeed and I guess these photos ARE lame and not very interesting.
But I can say I was there, I wore my Eclipse Glasses and experienced my first Solar Eclipse.
I think my dog, Hamish Macbeth is pretty darn amazing.
He can open and close doors, he can work the deadbolt, he knows the names for his toys, ” ball, treat toy, toy, frisbee”- so he’ll bring you the one you ask for.
He does great off leash work and he is that perfect mix of sweet and willful.
I think if he could, he’d walk around whistling or singing.
He has that kind of personality.
Recently, we learned to use the slide at our neighborhood playfield to launch his tennis balls from- he thinks it’s great. I have to wait for him to roll them down and I get to fetch them.
It took me awhile to get him used to going up there and not launching himself off after a minute or two. He decided it was a cool place to be because if he didn’t feel like coming down there was no way for me to make him.
When he learned he could send things rolling down the slide, it was a good day to be Hamish Macbeth.
Recently Hamish turned three years old and I’m not sure what happened but all of the sudden I started to feel like I had shorted Hamish.
I don’t show Hamish- he comes from a line of show dogs and it shows in ways- he’s bright, focused and a bit of a comedian- he also reads people with his Ninja like radar.
All of the sudden I wanted Hamish to have ribbons and titles. I wanted to stand in a ring with him and have everyone know what a great dog he is.
The thing of it is, I don’t have the time to show him and I like our approach to learning new skills- it’s all for fun and if he doesn’t get it right away I honestly don’t mind.
He always learns in the end and he gets to do it at his own pace.
I told a friend that I was going to buy him a blue collar and leash and retire his pink leash and collar that he’s been wearing for most of his life.
Pink is my favorite color and he’s a chocolate lab with just a tinge of gold to his coat that I can’t seem to capture on camera, so the pink looks really stunning on him.
My friend pointed out that Pink is Hamish’s trademark and why am I giving that up?
Because I can’t help him win ribbons or titles and that’s as close as we’ll ever get to it I said.
” But he’s a great dog Anita.”
I know that.
But is that enough I wondered?
That evening I was in bed reading a book and Hamish jumped up beside me and laid down next to me.
Hamish put his head on my should and looked at me with the most adoring puppy dog eyes I have ever seen in my life.
Hamish sighed and then he snuggled into my shoulder.
Then he lifted his head up and tried with determination and his version of laughing, to stick his tongue up my nose.
Over 10 years ago, my cat Wolfgang died and left behind a broken hearted Mom, two dogs who were his sisters and three younger cats- the kittens we called them then and still call them now.
Without Wolfgang his little pack sort of got lost- the Kittens refused to go into the front yard and my dogs- or The Girls as I called them lost the bounce in their step and spent a lot of time in the backyard sleeping.
I figured I’d let them sort it out and a new pack leader would emerge, you’d think that was me but let’s face it. I belonged to Wolfie the same way they did so that didn’t happen.
We were in trouble, when you think about it.
One day a friend of mine brought a stray cat into work- the cat was headed for the humane society and I could tell my friend was not happy about that decision but apparently Kolchak ( as I would name him ) was digging up a flower bed and had made the homeowner mad so Kolchak was caught in a trap.
When I met Kolchak he was in the trap, on his back playing with the handled which he had somehow worked into the cage. He was on his back when he looked up at me with the most devastatingly beautiful yellow eyes and he meowed as if he was saying, ‘ well there you are.’
I named him Carl Kolchak because my warehouse is part of the Seattle Underground system and my favorite TV hero- Carl Kolchak had the first of his adventures in Seattle’s Underground.
Kolchak was calm, cool and quite the gentleman cat. He never jumped on anyone looking for attention and he always seemed to know when to be there and when to give you your space.
When I took him to the vets for his checkup he walked around the office and on the counter with confidence- nothing rattled Kolchak.
When I took him home, it was like he had always lived there.
The Girls watched him walk around the house and then they followed him- like they used to do with Wolfie.
The holdout was Domino, she didn’t want Kolchak around her. But he persisted in his quiet way and after that he was always at her side- even when she started to suffer from heart failure.
He was there with her the night she died, by her side.
The Kittens- who were actually about 5 years old at the time took to Kolchak right away- he tried to get them to go into the front yard with him and they would if me and Domino went too, but their confidence in that area never came back.
Almost 3 years ago I brought home a little puppy I named Hamish Macbeth and Kolchak did what he did for Domino- when Hamish was little and I was only walking him around the yard and in front of the house Kolchak followed us the entire time.
Sometimes he was more insistent then others that we head back to the house and I always followed his lead- I figured he was picking up on something that wasn’t ” Hamish Friendly”.
That was Kolchak, the big brother, the confident cat that came into a broken little family and put it back together again.
As I said about Carl with love and admiration when I would see him sunning himself, or grooming Hamish or one of his brothers, when he stayed by Domino’s side as her health failed and when he would sit in the back yard wither Cerbie and go after planes and birds-
There is a meme going around Facebook and the tag line is ” One job, you had one job ”
I thought I had one job, just one job and that job was writing.
When I listened to music, absorbed art, went about my day in the back of my mind-actually what was on my mind front and center was- how can I use this in my work.
Bees and ants working night and day to build and feed their hives and nest had nothing on me. My mind was constantly filing away sounds and smells, faces, words. I used it all. I devoured it all. I wasted nothing.
I was efficient in my job, my one job that I’ve been doing since I was nine years old.
Have I ever won a major prize, contract or had a publisher look at my blogs…