Heard a loon calling as it flew up-river this morning as we were returning from the morning dog walk. A couple of days ago, C. took one of the dogs out & called to me, “You really should come out and see this rainbow.” Maybe the most spectacular rainbow I’ve ever seen, at least partly because it seemed to frame the scene I see every time I walk out my front door.
Leonard Cohen’s Songs from the Road arrived yesterday from Amazon; it’s a “best of” collection from the 2009 world tour. Cohen still sounds wonderful in his mid-70s, perhaps better than when he was young. All the mannerisms have dropped away. I’ve been doing a series of large “automatic” drawings recently & so this morning I put on the new CD and did a drawing.
I’m sitting on the bed looking out through the bedroom window over the river as I write and the two terriers are sleeping on either side of my outstretched legs. The dream together: at almost the same instant, both Jett and Candy begin twitching their ears and moving their paws, emitting little subvocalized yelps. I’ve also noticed that at times when one is sleeping and the other awake, the waking dog pays no attention to the other’s dream barks, which would not be the case if both were awake — when they pay close attention to each other and will often set each other off barking if one hears something outside.
Rescued from the shelter, she was a tough customer, stoic to the end. I just came in from burying her on a rise overlooking the river, near where her old pal Mingo is buried. I left some incense burning on her grave to help send her spirit on its way.