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