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Dreams and dogs
Dec. 18th, 2025 06:36 amI know I'm treating my body well when I wake up and it asks for movement: a stretch, a twist, just where the prospect of engaging it doesn't cause dread but instead feels inviting. With the animals moved up closer to the house for the winter and snow on the ground I've been resting more and it's been good for me.
(Little Bear appears to have just intentionally pulled the curtains down. He takes increasingly flying jumps at them until the momentum brings them down. I've redirected him to eat a mechanical pencil. Sigh)
Last night I had a dream -- a good dream. I'd flown to a multi-day workshop, it was either in th maritimes or a scandanavian country, and stayed with a handful of other people at the home of the workshop instructor while we did the workshop. I have lots of specific memories of it: a wooden covered seat out front by the driveway, which I stopped and examined to see if I could make something similar when I got home; a back garden with a grain patch; a mostly-underground house profile. But mostly I remember how the house was set up to have space for many hobbies but still had a clear, tidy look with space.
Part of that will be the dream and part of it the size of a house and the type of hobbies. Still, it's a bit of a reset for me in thinking about how my house should be set up. I've known I'll need to shift things downstairs for Solly to be indoors. I think I'm better able to think about it in chunks now, the house I mean. Maybe I can steal the little cabinet under the stairs for something. I really would like to get a sliding door on the downstairs bathroom so I can get into it easily without doing the public-toilet-stall dance. Things like that. The house has been horrible here and I have had more survival-oriented things on my mind; it's also hard to think about how to make something decent when all the tiles are loose on the floor and there are huge holes in the drywall from plumbing work, but. Maybe a chunk at a time.
At this rate I'll never have time/energy to do pottery this winter. The winter is moving shockingly fast. I think it's always this time of year I think the winter is very mild, but the real cold tends to come after solstice.
Speaking of Solstice, I might need to build her a house in the goose enclosure (which is a garden in summer and is right behind the house) and is roughly, what, 80'x60'? Staying inside is no longer a pleasure for her, and she'll be a lot happier to at least be able to watch things. Guardian dog houses need windows or they won't use them.
Speaking of dogs, the Tornjak puppies in this province are still available. They probably will be for a bit, but if I'm going to integrate someone, winter and young is probably better. Four dogs is so much! But Thea and Avallu deserve retirement, and as I learned at one point they deserve sick days and a partner to trade shifts with too. It's heartbreaking because there are so so so many LGDs in California and through the... middle southern states? ...that they're being put down all the time. Between integrating an adult into my setup (probably impossible) and lack of good breeding (including heartworm and hips/elbows/knees) I can't do it, but oof. Tornjaks really are a breed apart and I like to continue their existence, but I'd also like to continue the existence of other, living pups.
Ha! I had another dream. Someone had come to read the meter, onto the property, and I caught Avallu and was telling the meter person "don't you have a note that there's a dog who bites here? But it's ok, I'm holding him right now".
We have a virtual meter or whatever they are, but they were both such ordinary dreams, or I guess would have been. A workshop in someone's home would actually work well for me, I think, where I could pop in and out of rest.
Anyhow, virtual vet appointment on Solstice on solstice (ha) to see if the person in town will actually do her surgery or not, and what it'll cost, and how well it tends to hold up.
I think I've been taking Threshold for granted and haven't been tending the actual house how I should.
(Don't tell me Little Bear tore down the curtains so he could pee in them. He is SO BORED even though I let him hunt in the space between the floors. Poor kiddo.)
(Just licking himself noisily)
(Little Bear appears to have just intentionally pulled the curtains down. He takes increasingly flying jumps at them until the momentum brings them down. I've redirected him to eat a mechanical pencil. Sigh)
Last night I had a dream -- a good dream. I'd flown to a multi-day workshop, it was either in th maritimes or a scandanavian country, and stayed with a handful of other people at the home of the workshop instructor while we did the workshop. I have lots of specific memories of it: a wooden covered seat out front by the driveway, which I stopped and examined to see if I could make something similar when I got home; a back garden with a grain patch; a mostly-underground house profile. But mostly I remember how the house was set up to have space for many hobbies but still had a clear, tidy look with space.
Part of that will be the dream and part of it the size of a house and the type of hobbies. Still, it's a bit of a reset for me in thinking about how my house should be set up. I've known I'll need to shift things downstairs for Solly to be indoors. I think I'm better able to think about it in chunks now, the house I mean. Maybe I can steal the little cabinet under the stairs for something. I really would like to get a sliding door on the downstairs bathroom so I can get into it easily without doing the public-toilet-stall dance. Things like that. The house has been horrible here and I have had more survival-oriented things on my mind; it's also hard to think about how to make something decent when all the tiles are loose on the floor and there are huge holes in the drywall from plumbing work, but. Maybe a chunk at a time.
At this rate I'll never have time/energy to do pottery this winter. The winter is moving shockingly fast. I think it's always this time of year I think the winter is very mild, but the real cold tends to come after solstice.
Speaking of Solstice, I might need to build her a house in the goose enclosure (which is a garden in summer and is right behind the house) and is roughly, what, 80'x60'? Staying inside is no longer a pleasure for her, and she'll be a lot happier to at least be able to watch things. Guardian dog houses need windows or they won't use them.
Speaking of dogs, the Tornjak puppies in this province are still available. They probably will be for a bit, but if I'm going to integrate someone, winter and young is probably better. Four dogs is so much! But Thea and Avallu deserve retirement, and as I learned at one point they deserve sick days and a partner to trade shifts with too. It's heartbreaking because there are so so so many LGDs in California and through the... middle southern states? ...that they're being put down all the time. Between integrating an adult into my setup (probably impossible) and lack of good breeding (including heartworm and hips/elbows/knees) I can't do it, but oof. Tornjaks really are a breed apart and I like to continue their existence, but I'd also like to continue the existence of other, living pups.
Ha! I had another dream. Someone had come to read the meter, onto the property, and I caught Avallu and was telling the meter person "don't you have a note that there's a dog who bites here? But it's ok, I'm holding him right now".
We have a virtual meter or whatever they are, but they were both such ordinary dreams, or I guess would have been. A workshop in someone's home would actually work well for me, I think, where I could pop in and out of rest.
Anyhow, virtual vet appointment on Solstice on solstice (ha) to see if the person in town will actually do her surgery or not, and what it'll cost, and how well it tends to hold up.
I think I've been taking Threshold for granted and haven't been tending the actual house how I should.
(Don't tell me Little Bear tore down the curtains so he could pee in them. He is SO BORED even though I let him hunt in the space between the floors. Poor kiddo.)
(Just licking himself noisily)
