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my female human-dog (f.h.d.) spent the morning furiously cleaning our house. apparently we had company coming and she needed to eliminate all the hair i had worked hard to accumulate in the corners of every room. i like the house clean mind you. but no one had come to see us until today and to be honest i didn't think it was dirty to begin with.
as for me i spent a good amount of my day sleeping. this morning i had a good run in the backyard for all of five minutes before my f.h.d. called "breakfast!" which happens to be the most irresistible word i know. every morning i try to resist the urge to bolt like lightening at the sound of this word but my friends i must confess that my mind is weak. some days i can hold out when she says "cookie!" which i am learning is the afternoon and evening call i receive when my f.h.d. thinks i've wondered to far from her. it's true that i do love cookies, i mean who doesn't? i might love eating poop just as much but i have yet to hear her call me back to her yelling 'poop!". that would be the day.
after my breakfast i slept. that's a thing i like to do. right after breakfast i run to their bed and tunnel under the covers for a brief respite. today, perhaps due to the frenzy of cleaning, my nap was thrice interrupted before i was finally banished to the living room. i suppose the linens did need washing. i don't personally find myself to be a nuisance but it's possible i do cause a tiny speck of frustration for my h.d.'s. speaking of my h.d.'s... i wonder where that other one has got off to? i seem to remember he lived with us briefly when i was first adopted. hmmm... he is my play friend and perhaps that's why i'm a little bored these days. i hope he comes back i like sleeping with his shirt.
the sun was shining today! my goodness that sun was right there on the porch and i took my second - or maybe my third - nap of the day in a little patch of sun. the music around here is pretty nice and i like to drift off to whatever is on the stereo (yes i know what a stereo is. i am 6 after all).
a few times i got up to see what my f.h.d. was up to and to see when i might get another cookie. the floor was a bit wet and i had a pretty good time watching her wash the floors with a big wet towel and something that got the floor all misty and we both slipped around a little. but i can only hang around watching someone hand wash a floor for so long before i need to take another nap.
at this point she came to interrupt yet another nap of mine to sweep my precious little porch! i defied and stood amidst the dust clouds no matter how many times she said i could have a cookie if i was a good boy and sat inside so i woulnd't die from inhaling all the dust. ok ok ok but i'm going to sit on the other side of that door because frankly, i don't feel comfortable when you close doors in my face and you stay on the outside of it. well, it was worth it my friend. because after she left the porch to go clean some other part of the house....
i slipped out the screen door. she left it wide open. it wasn't my fault. man oh man. the freedom was good. i sniffed this, i sniffed that, i peed on a few flowers, and in general had a really awesome time. i don't wear a watch so i'm not sure how long i was outside on my own but it seemed like maybe a half an hour. i had just found the tastiest piece of poop in the backyard - i don't know what varietal it was though i normally dine on goose - when my f.h.d. comes running to the backyard and seeing me yells my name and generally gets a little crazy. i know she hates that i like poop so you better believe i was scarfing it down as fast as i could before she got to me. i did get most of it. she swooped me up and i thought she was going to get all mad at the poop but she just hugged me and told me she loved me. it was confusing.
and i finally got another cookie. something about my breath being "poopy"?
our friend came over this afternoon and they talked the day away. talk talk talk. sometimes i couldn't even get a word in or a lap to sit on. they didn't care one bit i had things to say and naps to take. at least they took me for a long walk. but all they talked about was girlie things and so i just tried to focus on tightening my abs while i walked. i'm not ripped or anything but i've got some pretty good definition. ladies!
after our friend left i took another nap while my f.h.d. did some computing and writing an article that seems a little spooky to me but then i was half asleep. i think it's about listening to sounds that make you go out of your body. or something like that. i wonder if dogs can go out of their bodies? it kind of seems that way when i dream. it's as if i were off in some field running and jumping around in the flowers and nipping at the butterflies. or maybe that was from babe pig in the city... sometimes my real life and my movie life get a little mixed up. i'm very sensitive to film.
well i've worn myself out from all this writing so i have to go to bed now. time to tunnel under the covers if i can get away with it.
more messages from max soon to come.
my first passover seder today. i shared it with a small group made of family and new friends though sadly it didn't include my boyfriend and his brother and sister. i helped mamah prepare a little bit of the seder foods which amounted to me talking her ear off while she ran around the kitchen actually making the food. i managed to dice 3 apples and a cup of walnuts for the choraset (pronounced horaset). i brushed up on my passover research last night so i wouldn't be a complete inept at the feast. my research only helped me in one way. i now knew a little more about the world than i did when i got up yesterday. in practical terms it did nothing to help me understand the profound significance that this holiday holds. however it did allow for terribly interesting conversation with miss mamah about the history of judaism - a subject of which she knows an insanely huge amount about. every day i spend with her i learn something new.
our passover seder included the usual suspects:
charoset - diced apples, walnuts, cinnamon, red wine and yumminess.
bitter herbs - two bowls actually of horseradish and the fresh one almost killed me.
shankbone - i did not touch it and it scared me but i admire what it represents.
egg - this is supposed to be roasted but i think mamah may have hardboiled it. cheater ;)
parsley - this is dipped in salt water to represent spring and the sorrows of jewish children. it's very tasty.
our main meal was enough to send me over the edge. matzah ball soup, chicken with kale and mushroom, and asparagus with lemon. and of course MATZAH. not one but two kinds. whole wheat and white. PLUS passover friendly brownies. did i mention the matzah? i adore matzah. i want it all the time. i even looked for it at costco and yet it alluded me.
i didn't know any of the songs myself but it was so neat to hear miss mamah sing them all in hebrew. of course everyone joined her but it was apparent that she had the floor and killed it each time. i like when she sings and i know it makes her happy. i loved it when my mother sang and so i am reminded of her in a sweet way. that is a rare occurrance and i am happy to revel in those moments.
our faithful leader, from here on out known as papa rabbi, along with miss mamah recited the majority of the stories of passover and i think the extent may have been for my benefit. i was learning as i went after all. there are some very interesting things about passover that i have yet to really grasp fully.
this year in the house of mamah and papa rabbi.... next year in jerusalem!
this is in fact a day to remember. a day of NEW and NU.
- his birthday party was early this afternoon and he is four years old. and he knows what he wants from life. he is four and he knows more than i do at 31. he has a gift for honesty not laced with the brutality of disappointment. his is the honesty of those with pure hearts and active imaginations. he knows the facts are in and truth is king. i know this already but his openness is astounding. i have been honest yet dishonest if you can understand what that means. it means i need truth, i seek it and ask for it and do everything i can to give it. and yet i fail. i am asking too much. i want to be taken back to my life at four and savor the purity i had - that we all had - the days when, even though subliminal forces were at work, i had no practical knowledge of them and therefore no motive to act on them. these days i move as close to my childhood as possible.
- she is my adopted mamah. i will call her that here from this moment on because she is that to me. my own mother is not here. she hasn't been and i don't see her in my future. my mamah is a gift to me. she doesn't belong to me, she belongs to my boyfriend and his siblings. it wasn't always this way... we have grown into this life because we love the same person and he is her son and i am his girlfriend. she is a good teacher and today taught me a new yiddish word - nu. she finally saw a serious man with her daughter and so she told me what it means. so? well? so what's up? what's new? and? i am making a point to learn more yiddish and the history of that language. i like dialects because they so often come out of oppression. people need privacy when there is none to have. creating an entire language out of other languages that people have forgotten about and saying "this is what bonds us now - no one can hurt us if we keep our words a secret". there is so much power behind that. i wish i had my own secret language. the power you have over me is the one i wish i had over you.
- this is my first blog. i am making a poor first impression so please forgive me. this promises to be rich if not oysgeputst. though the title of this blog may seem confusing or unsuited upon first glance - i can assure you it is a true statement. there will be articles of interest and personal information (though i will never give names if possible) along with things i make like food, music and crafts, film, new findings and at times my dog may post in place of me. his name is the only name i will use. maxwell valentine. my own goals are unclear to me as of yet, the only one at present being that i want to do this. i know that blogging experts will tell you to focus on one topic so you can gain a loyal audience. i am not interested in only one topic. it sounds very limiting and to be honest quite flat. i intend to be round. and that is that. please join me if you don't like expectations.
