Singing the Skyand rockin’ tha house

I believe in coyotes and time as an abstract
Explain the change, the difference between
What you want and what you need, there’s the key,
Your adventure for today, what do you do
Between the horns of the day?

It turns out that one of Sage’s scout friends lives…get this…three houses up from us around the corner! His parents are good people–the mom is the director of a huge ESL program in town that I’d never heard of somehow. We hung out with them last night and ate yummy watermelon and made friends. I think I’ve also found a good volunteer opportunity.

Sage and I brought Wile E. home today. One minute after we walked in the door, my mom knocked at the door. She came in and sat down, and Wile E. chose that moment to have an explosive attack of nervous diarrhea on the carpet. My mom started screaming, stood up and left.

Well.

Poor Wile E. He’s very nervous. He’s shaking. He is outside now, although after he literally knocked at the door a while ago, I let him in for a few minutes until I could see that he was getting too nervous again. The photo I took is basically him hiding out in the landscaping.

I hope everything turns out okay. I’m wondering if he’s been abused. Greg says that he doesn’t want him if he won’t act like a guard dog. I have a soft spot for Wile E., though. He at least looks mean!

Here are some photos I took of the dolls I made from those clay faces I posted earlier. Unfortunately, I put the tray up too high in the toaster oven, and caused a couple to get a boil on their face. Next time, I’ll watch that…

This is my Mongolian Warrior. He hasn’t told me his name yet. He is pissed.

This is Robert. He’s a musician with a spiritual side. Think Bob… He’s wearing cashmere, for what it’s worth.

This is everyone hangin’ out on the steps. The woman is a bit suspicious of the others, and of me. She’s older, and she’s seen a lot of things happen in the rural mountainous area that she’s from. Blue is wearing a Kufi. I need to give him some pants.

Here’s a moment in the garden. Robert especially likes the garden.

I can’t begin to describe the freedom I feel making things that do not have to be “cute” in some way. Making these faces/dolls has really grabbed ahold of me in that way where time just disappears when I’m working on them. I’ve always wished for that feeling with writing, but it’s never been that way. Perhaps I’ll just work on getting better at this.