30 July 2019

dog days

nice walk with neighbors to the far end of the park and back this morning, but i'm still getting used to not having my life ordered around a dog's bowel movements ---
i'm done with "trails, wagon roads, and city streets" --- sent it to ms kidd and am ready to throw it out on atlanta magazine's stoop and see if the cat licks it up

29 July 2019

monday, monday

i miss the dog walks a lot already, especially since i now have to really make an effort to get in my steps — this morning i walked to the far end of the park and back, maybe 3 miles, but not with a lot of sniffing along the way, so it mighta done my cardio-vascular system a little good — cicadas and the creek and swamp and what not, and then two people butt fukn on a swing by the lake in front of god and everybody — i've seen some stuff, as it were, in the park over the decades, but nothing quite so brazen — a friend was interested in the physics of that action, and i said it seemed to basically depend on a wide stance and firm footing

adult beverages with angela and robert this evening weren't so salacious, although there was discussion about cutting off one's breasts in the interest of gender identity, which a cousin's young'un just did — i am glad to know that they repurposed the nipple, although i have to admit to some discomfort with the idea

26 July 2019


flora and fauna

the wildflowers were wonderful all over — i never got a good shot of all the turks-turban lilies, and only the last of the rhododendron was blooming — but the great swaths of rudbeckia and bergamot and what not were the best

of course i could never image all the humming birds at the NC arboretum, nor the elk, deer, turkey, raccoon, and what not along the parkway 

25 July 2019

dead-dog holiday

a bittersweet holiday in the mountains, driving around 700 miles since i left the house monday morning, but most of it slow and easy — two days on the blue ridge parkway between cherokee and blowing rock was wonderful, even if the drive over the balsams was in flooding rain and fog — foggy mountains rock after all — from asheville to blowing rock was in magnificent weather, a good bit of it in temperatures in the upper 50s
i mourned guinness the entire time, but also realized that the only thing preventing my immediately finding another dog is concern for the cat — i would hate to do anything that might seriously upset his dotage

i guess the dead-dog holiday did what it was supposed to do

21 July 2019

a guinness memorial holiday

i took this pic at the river in sept 2016, more or less where his ashes wound up  the water was exceptionally clear that day, so the rocks on the bottom were visible 

tomorrow i'm gonna go up and feel the mountains for a few days, especially the blue ridge between cherokee and blowing rock — i picked up a rental car this afternoon, being a little askeered sometimes when i'm in the fiat, which is a lot of fun to drive most places but not so much on the freeway

19 July 2019

help me out of here

I'm waiting for a boat to help me out of here
Waiting for a boat to help me out
The boat that reached my shore was a toy boat
Waiting for a boat to help me out

I'm dreaming of a lake I've never seen before
Dreaming of a lake I've never seen
The lake I've seen last was a picture lake
Dreaming of a lake I've never seen

You who are
You who are
Help me out, help me out
Help me out of here

I'm thinking of a castle on atop a hill
Thinking of a castle on atop a hill
The castle I've been to was full of flies
Thinking of a castle on atop a hill

You who are
You who are
Help me out, help me out
Help me out of here


a trip to the river

i took the dogs to the river one last time  hershey and i didn't go out there all that much, but the river without guinness is a very empty place — i have so ordered my routine around him, that i feel a little lost right now, like i'm in a strange land without landmarks

18 July 2019


i woke up to an excellent kitten, but no dog, so i squalled and squalled and squalled  everything i did and everywhere i looked, he wasn't there   and so very still and quiet, too  walked three plus miles before breakfast, thinking only of him, and all that did was get me all sweaty  seeing the ashes just now, like seeing a coffin lowered into the earth, sorta finishes things up, i guess, although only sorta 
i forgot to clip a lock of hair, but maybe i can still find an appropriate furball around the house to save  otherwise i got a memory or two

17 July 2019

the hour of lead

i got the dead dog over to the crematorium this morning --- driving and crying ---

After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –
The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’ And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’?

The Feet, mechanical, go round –
A Wooden way Of Ground, or Air, or Ought –
Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone –

This is the Hour of Lead –
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –
First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –

              emily dickinson

16 July 2019


so guinness checked out of his own accord about 7:15 this evening, a full moon rising, with me and his best friends, robt and angela, with him --- a giant hole in my life has he left

 we put him in the car, and tomorrow i'll take him to the crematorium

"it's just a dog . . . "

a long night, and an unhappy guinness --- he still has not eaten and now will not drink water either --- he hasn't wanted to go out and mostly isn't wanting to even move around at all --- all i can do is stay beside him 

after a long talk with the vet this morning, we decided he has his rendezvous with destiny tomorrow morning, since i've already decided i will not put him through anything invasive --- he will go out lying on his sofa, and not another trip to the vet --- 

his aunt mary came by this morning, and this afternoon mullu, the sweet ethiopian concierge, wanted to come up and see him, which she did, along with hope, one of the other concierges --- everybody loves guinness

this time tomorrow he will be out of his misery, and my heart will be breaking

15 July 2019

oh dog

he hasn't eaten in three days and the little throw-ups turned into a big throw-up this morning --- vet and i are operating on the assumption that the damn chicken jerky he ate on friday made him sick --- we'll hope for improvement tomorrow

while waiting for the vet appt, i ran through all the dead-guinness scenarios, which i did not like

11 July 2019

keeping in touch

another fine evening at atl bot gdn --- this time with first cousin once removed mae --- she and her family are a bright spot in an otherwise generally benighted gene pool --- i also got the finest box of rocks i ever got from semi-cousin allen --- the current container (below left) does not do it justice

the orchidaceae

semi-old things

at this time thirty years ago, i had pieces of the GWTW movie set of tara strewn around my basement, which was way too small for the project --- but i made it work and the restored entrance (door, sidelights, fanlight, etc) to a temporary movie set depicting a fake plantation house went on display at the atl history center's exhibit commemorating the fiftieth anniversary of the movie  (1939) --- after that, i set it up again at betty talmadge's place at lovejoy for a private event for ted turner and, while taking it down again, hurt my upper back in a way i still feel --- in 1997 the history center took it and stuck it in the little historic storefront on crescent avenue next door to margaret's house --- a good location, actually

a couple of weeks ago, the talmadge estate auctioned the set off to an anonymous bidder for $120,000 --- the atl history center claimed they were outbid --- i hope the buyers did their due diligence and know that it is plywood and bondo and softwood moldings that won't survive outside

09 July 2019

jackhammers and flowers

kinda moist at atl bot gdn this evening, but cooled off nicely at the end --- and a great relief after a second day of jackhammers or something in the unit above me --- chiseling up tile, i think ---

it was a members night at the garden, and not all that well attended, which is always fine with me --- and always fine to do anything with ms kidd, if i could just keep up with her conversation, which can be fast and furious

08 July 2019

the oncidium alliance

big urnge has sallied forth! three good stems will keep it blooming into august!

07 July 2019

atl utd!

 tie game and i can't believe i care

04 July 2019

happy birthday, america

atl bot gdn with mary and robt was a great way to spend this fairly dispiriting fourth of july --- thursday is their usual cocktails in the garden night, and they went on with it tonight, in spite of the holiday --- very sparsely attended, which was excellent for us --- for the first time, i think, i spent a few minutes after dark by myself with the frogs peeping in the conservatory

all warm and sweaty at the end, but very nice indeed