Pets, Photography

Home Is Where the Tennis Ball Is

Shelly

Home Is Where the Tennis Ball Is

I have never been able to crate Frances, because she has confinement anxiety. I wasn’t even able to keep her confined behind baby gates when she had her knee surgery. She went right through the gate. Surprisingly, she will willingly use her crate, as long the door remains open.

This is her new travel crate. I needed something lightweight and portable to take with us to Minnesota, so Franny would have a safe spot to chill out when things get hectic. As you can see, she has moved in, unpacked, and declared it HOME.

Poetry

A Poem a Day…

Shelly

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Body Sonnets
I. Credibility
from Rachel Dilworth’s The Wild Rose Asylum

I’ve been reading a metric shit ton of poetry this month. July was Camp NaNoWriMo, and this time around I elected to write a poem a day. So I’ve been reading and writing and writing and reading. Rachel Dilworth’s The Wild Rose Asylum is absolutely heartbreaking. It’s about the Magdalen laundries in Ireland. Dilworth received a Fulbright scholarship to travel to Ireland, where she conducted research for the book.

I also read Nicole Cooley’s The Afflicted Girls, about the Salem Witch Trials. It, too, is heartbreaking.

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Another Good Day

Shelly

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My bad knee started misbehaving half-way to work this morning. It was unstable all day, and I wasn’t sure what the hell I was going to do if it was still hurting when it was time to go home. It did pretty well, though! I had a few twinges walking home, when I put my weight on it wrong, but it held up.