the bridge

I knew about this bridge before I heard of it. I tried to draw it a few times and ask the meaning of it. I pictured it more with trolls underneath.

 

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Overtoun Bridge

 

 

 

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where do they go

A few weeks ago I started a draft. I was wondering where all the animals go that I’ve met living here. The ones I’ve fed, scratched and gave attention to. The deer is gone, the raccoon is gone, the fox, the blue jay but mostly the little cat that adopted me. One of my very first posts on this blog, A Cat Will Find Me, had me thinking. Where do they go? Did they die? Move with their family? They disappear as fast as they appear. The little dirty orange cat first met me on my back porch. I opened the window and she jumped. We startled each other. She was hesitant to let me pet her at first. She walked close and let her tail run through my hand. She turned and head butted my leg, then we were buddies for life. She greeted me before and after work. She knew the sound of my car and would come out of nowhere when I came home. She was such a buddy I had cat treats ready for her. I didn’t want her in my house so I pitched them on the porch away from the door. After a while the greetings grew farther apart. I thought maybe because it was getting cooler. Then I realized it’s been almost a year since I seen her. It’s been almost a year that I’ve seen any of the animals, really. But, this morning I get up early, like 4:00 am. I open the windows to let in the cool air then do my morning routine. The kitchen exhaust fan was on and I had the water running to make coffee. I thought I heard a cat’s meow but didn’t really pay attention. As the early morning went on I couldn’t stay awake and fell asleep in my chair. Once again I heard a cat clear enough it woke me up. The sun was just coming up so I opened the curtains and hear the loudest cat yell I think I’ve ever heard. I don’t see anything so I went outside. Who do I find?

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I wasn’t sure it’s her, I’m still not sure. She’s really clean and a lighter color. She was reluctance to let me pet her but when I did she felt delicate. The scar on her nose isn’t there. It’s kind of a coincidence another cat almost identical would have been on my back porch waiting to meet me. Through out the day I heard her yelling out back, I would answer with my cat sound I make. We would go back and forth a few times until she stopped answering.

 

 

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I was looking for a picture I took today on my phone. Another one I don’t remember ever taking, let alone know what it is. I’ve enlarged it but still couldn’t figure out what it is. There appears to be cat eyes in the dark area, with a light reflection off it’s eye. It also looks like it is wedged in behind something. I have no idea what the red and white area is, either. It was taken on December 21, 2015 at 8:46 pm (20.46.13) I’ve turned it in other directions but I can’t figure out what it is.

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Visit From My Old Cat

Sunday morning the Blue Jay was going crazy outside. I looked at the clock and it was 3:20 am. Even being half asleep I thought it was strange the Blue Jay was making that much noise that early in the morning. I started to fall back to sleep. The bed did a slight bump and I waited to see who was near me. I could feel little paws walking at the foot of my bed. Stinky, my old cat, visits me from time to time even though he was put to sleep several years ago. I could feel him between my ankles kneading my leg. He always put his left paw in front of the right one. I could hear his purr. stink_2Slowly I turned to look at him, trying not to scare him off. He stared back at me. His purr got louder and deeper as he looked straight into my eyes. I could only see his head down to the top of his front shoulders, everything else was just the light from the T.V. I said, “Hey little buddy, how you been”. He kept kneading and began to lay between my legs. He disappeared into the light and blanket but his purring went on until I fell back to sleep.

Dream In Hindsight

Last night I had this crazy vivid dream. I was under a dog fight. At the bottom of the pile of a group of dogs tearing at each other. It was the sound that stayed with me. The faces and features of the dogs weren’t there but it was their paws. Fighting opened paws with knife-like claws hitting around me. I don’t know if I stopped breathing but I woke up needing air. Sitting on the side of my bed the only thing I said was “Damn”. I checked my phone messages and sat there a few minutes until I had to go back to sleep.

Pulling into the parking lot at work, I’m thinking of this dream. Mostly the sounds of it. The sound of wild dogs fighting to the death and the metallic clang’s of their claws. As I walk in, there’s a piece of blue plastic on the floor in the foyer. Like everyone before me I walked past it, too. I saw several more on my way back to my office. I get off the elevator and there’s more of these strange pieces of blue plastic. The hall lighting isn’t real bright and the carpet is dark blue. To me these things looked like plastic wall anchors. These are all elderly residents and I just thought they dropped them and couldn’t pick them up. I grabbed an envelope to put them in. The first two were grouped. It was the third one up against the wall I couldn’t pick up because of the rubber gloves. I gave it a flip to get it away from the wall. I reached over to grab it and felt a searing sting go deep into my thumb. I pulled back and the plastic piece was hanging off my thumb. Pulling it off I found it had a ¼ needle at the tip if the plastic.

We gathered up the Workmans Comp papers and I was off to the Urgent Care. By the time I got there my thumb had a red bump on it. They took my blood work, and told me the pieces I picked up are for diabetics to get blood samples. We’re not sure who dropped them. Now I have to wait for the first blood test results. I’m be checked for HIV and Hepatitis the next 10 months. This is real freakin’ great. I dodged the Claws in my dream but I was hit in real life by a dirty needle.

Toad #2 – Returned

After working in the vegetable garden and cleaning up around the edge of the woods, I returned to the patio for a break. Friday was humid from all the rain. I grabbed a 7-Up and sat under the tree out back. The breeze blew through the woods. The cardinal made up for it by yelling louder. The blue Jay let herself be known, swooping from tree to tree. I had the overwhelming feeling I was being watched. Turning to look behind me, there was no one. The entire time it felt like someone close by wanted my attention but there was no one around.

I returned to my senses and decided it was time to get up, break was over. The paranoia that I was being watched still hung heavy around me. The way I had sat the entire time made my foot fall asleep. I had to lean forward and push myself up to get on my feet. Just as I put my hand to the ground, this guy was there. He’s the same frog from the patio chair, or looks the same. I’ve never seen this type of frog before until these two interactions and the tree is only 10’ from the patio chairs. Glad I didn’t smash him. He survived all the snakes I let roam to eat the rodents. They must find him repulsive or toxic.

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Curious about frogs and toad and their myths and folklore, I looked around the internet. The following is an excerpt from a site written by George Knowles:  “many of these myths and tales portray them as demons, creatures associated with the devil.  Some cultures however viewed them in a positive light, and saw them as representative of good fortune, protection, rain and fertility.  In some cultures the frog symbolized resurrection and a higher stage of spiritual awakening.  In the Rig Veda creation myths of the Hindus, the Great Frog supports the universe and is representative of the matter from which all is created.”