sweet sweet love

[cimorene]

a few days ago wax, the dog and i went down to the tiny dam and rapids in the river aura, which is just about in our backyard.  or, well, our front yard.  anyway, perry had dragged me down some wooden steps to one of those 6" wide paths through shoulder-high wildflowers and grasses leading to the river, but stopped in the middle of the path to snack on some grass, as is his wont.  wax was still on the steps expositing.  i pointed at the dog. 

wax: he's eating timothy.
me: :doubletake: you've been down here a lot, i see--
wax: no, that's what the plant--
me:  you've named each individual weed. 
wax:  --is called.  it's a timothy plant--
me: c'mon, perry, let's go further down the path and see roger!

on reflection that may lose something in the retelling.  it was just, you know, that moment of exquisite surreality before she explained herself.

now tea, the bald and mentally unbalanced little bugger, is making sweet, sweet love to wax's extremely skanky sandals.  she's beside herself.  she also seems to have lost all touch with her surroundings and her dignity.  her little body's sort of twisted in half, her little paws in the air, as she head-butts the sandals and tries to rub her face all over every inch of leather.

also, i was unreasonably pleased this morning to be tagged by lm for a i don't know whether i'm actually a good choice for this because, um, i'm generally on the neurotic, not the relaxed side of the human spectrum.  however:

1.  mint or chamomile herb teas.  the former has stomach-soothing properties and the latter's a very mild tranquiliser.  i can't keep enough of it in the house--i'm always forgetting to buy it, but one or the other of those is pretty much my beverage of choice about three quarters of the time. 
2.  lying in the sun.  this only works when a sunbeam is falling on a good surface like the couch or the bed. 
3.  cheesy visualisations.  for instance, concentrating on individual spots on my body, relaxing muscle groups about the size of my hand, starting at the top of my head and working towards my feet.  or when i'm angry or otherwise obsessing unhealthily about something i imagine thoughts as black film covering my mind or body and then wipe or wash or scrub or drain it away.
4.  comfort books or movies.  the more upset or sick i am, the further back towards childhood i go.  (i have a copy of the sesame street film don't eat the pictures here in finland with me--but i haven't watched it since i arrived.)
5.  indulging my neurosis.  i have a tendency to OCD.  compulsive-type tasks can make me feel better, like sorting the contents of my desk drawer by size or the contents of my pencil cup by colour, or grooming my fingernails, or making icons.  i'm supposed to tag five more people for this.  hmm.  hollsk, irisbleu, perhael, aynatonal, strangelette.

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[anglepoiselamp.livejournal.com]

Heeeeee. Your riverside adventure is too cute for words.

I had no idea timotei was actually called timothy in English. Incidentally I've been trying to translate that name for a while now, just because. It was one of those little things that keep bugging me because I don't know them. Like all those years I spent trying to figure out how exactly flies breathe.