Larry Hnetka Goes HMmmm

How blue is blue? Pretty blue when I’m blue.

Hard to describe this blueness but some say it is like being in a pit and you can’t see the top of the pit nor can you see the sunlight.

Never felt that pit thing for a long time.

But I know that the colours around me are tinged with grey, not vibrant, not alive.
It has been so hot this spring and summer, the leaves are already beginning to fall from the trees. Browned withered and sad little bits of tree that crunch under foot when I walk the dogs.

Hamish, my neighbour Pat’s dog, is here for two weeks. He’s a cross between two little furry dogs like a “Tzhit Shu” and a “Pomeranian” (both of which I know are totally wrong). He has big round eyes, lots of white fur and a tail that is like a huge pom pom stuck to his back end.

This afternoon, we napped. I was on my left side (which is my Bell’s Palsy side and I shouldn’t be on it anyway). To get up on my bed, Hamish has to jump on two boxes I have set up on on top of the other by the bed side. He did the double leap like an Olympic contender, rummaged around in the bed clothes for a while, then decided it was time to nap.

He snuggled into my chest but kept pushing his head around trying to get comfortable. Then he did his little “harrumph” dog snort and settled against my belly.

I laughed. Of course, he’s used to use owner who has breasts. It took him a while to notice I don’t have breasts. Hamish was trying to wiggle his way into his normal napping position. Totally frustrated that there weren’t any breasts, that’s when he settled for my soft belly.

We slept for three hours this afternoon, cuddled together. I didn’t dream of anything blue.

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