In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Menagerie.”
Animals, “some animals are more equal than others” to quote Orwell. Yes, I do have animal friends, do I own them or do they oversee my daily shananigans as a two-legged? I think, the cat oversees me, and views the dog, an orange, cream sicle colored four-legged as necessary minions in his world. And the dog, she enjoys my company and is witness to my daily routine but the “kitty kitty” as he is referred to by my wife has the command of our world, or so, it seems.
Our relationships, both the cat and dog seems to be on a time, space and place arena. While, we exist in a world far from a major city, and near a small town, it is a relationship with some boundaries, and we have our responsibilites, unspoken ones, but nonetheless, we are beholden to each other. The cat will walk the perimeter of our property and never ventures too far and watches for intruders, other animals, that may cause harm to any outdoor projects and is invested in the hierarchy of the pack. While the dog keeps and eye on the two-leggeds and attempts to cutail the cats stalking of other four leggeds by woofing and attempting to herd Ferus Grandpapi, it does not work well for her, as the cat does his responsiblity with great stealth and rarely speaks. He does sing a little when the full moon rises or there is a change in season.
But,as I am a two-legged, they are not owned, but oversee my responsibilities, as we have an unstated contract that we are a pack and must be accountable to each other and those that are members.
Regarding your fridge, is it organized or a mess inside?
It’s an orderly mess. My wife and I have different methods of organization and since I am the stay at home dude, I usually load the fridge with our weekly food purchases and she does the long term, freezer orgs. So, it’s tidy but everything is a factal.
Have you ever been a participant in a parade? What did you do?
I am a Coast Salish tribal man and have participated in canoe parades with my family members during an event called, Tribal Journey’s, an annual event held during the summer. I was in the stern of the canoe and assisted in relaying the message from the canoe’s skipper to other canoe pullers. And when I have participated in a Pow Wow, it was to be honored as a graduate during the recognition segment. Not a parade per se, but similar and culturally defined.
How do you stand out from the crowd?
“Style is an expression of the mind”, I have taken this to heart and enjoy expressing myself through my attire. It depends on most situations but I usually wear a hat and have a collection, from a vintage top hat to a variety of baseball caps,so, it does make me stand out in a crowd. My favorite hat is a vintage hat purchased at a thrift store located in the Seattle Public Market, back in the late 1980’s. Anything classic will garner attention in a consumer/throwaway society,I believe.
How many bones, if any, have you broken?
In my youth, I was reckless and my hero was Evel Knievel, a daredevil on a motorcycle. And there were no half-measures, no lollygagging, but full on wide open was my refrain in any physical activity I engaged during my youth. So, broken bones, both my knees, my right leg, my left little finger, separated right shoulder, right ankle, right big toe, whiplash neck, So, may not be fractured but they were not working,so, broken.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am grateful for love, being beloved. I hold my wife close and am a proud grandparent, my eldest grand-daughter celebrated her birthday last week and called me to thank us for her birthday present we sent her in the mail. I am looking forward to the coming week regarding the time I can spend with my wife.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Afloat.”
As a youngster I escaped the dreck and flotsam of those trying times by walking along the shores of the Salish Sea, formerly known as the Straits of Juan de Fuca. The water, waves, and tides were my timescape, forever changing, forever unchanged. Songs of the gulls, eagles whistling, and river currents carrying my spirit to the sanctity of the ancestral muse. Afloat, yes, while in a riptide of adolescence, afloat,yes, seeking the song of my spirit, soul, and the sanctity of a space, place and time reserved in a riverine system holding the shoreline in place while the lands rose and set me in my place. A sacred space of a beating heart, and rolling tides of emotions.