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Dog Road & The House Of Secrets

Wednesday, June 5th, 2013

Dog Road With The House Of Secrets

There’s a red dog lost on the paved road that runs past my house. He’s skinny.

I stop my car, pull over and call to him. He runs away.

I drive up the lane to my house, grab a bottle of water, a bowl, and a bag of cat kibble.

I call out to Bill and rap on his Studio door.

“We have to get this dog!” I shout. “He’s in the road and some car is going to hit him.”

Bill get’s a leash and we’re off, driving slowly, looking up dirt lanes and behind trees.

I stop the car at an ill kept house along the way. The lady who lives here sometimes helps me corral lost dogs in the street and the last time I saved a dog, it was one of hers.

I pound on her door. And pound again. There is a great yapping and flinging of strong dog bodies against the flimsy screen.

A younger blonde version of the older woman comes up behind me. She’s just visiting she says, and tells me she’s the woman’s daughter. She might be in her 40’s.

Yes, she says she’s seen the dog in the road and tried to catch him and he ran off.

She points to a small dirt road ahead of us. “I saw him run up there.”

I hop in my car and off we go, as Bill and I fly up that road. If cars had wings we’d be racing the wind currents.

I stop the car and pop out. Bill eases out his side and walks onto a property where there is a house for sale.

There she is, the red dog, behind eucalyptus trees with her back against a fence, watching us.

I can’t see them but I hear 2 women from where we just came from, talking about the dog.

“Over here!” I call. “We need help. The dog is here. We need you!”

Two women come trotting up the lane. It’s the mother and daughter.

The dog leaps as Bill approaches her, then runs away. She runs toward me and quick, I pour water in a red bowl. The dog stops and drinks madly, then tears off, again.

The ladies think the dog belongs in the house at the end of the lane, beyond a big metal gate. They think they have seen her there.

Leaning hard on the gate, I try and push it open. It won’t push. It’s locked.

The ladies and Bill are running and swooping, trying to catch the dog. I’m calling shrilly into the house beyond the gate.

Big dogs at that house, roar their distaste and rush for me. It’s chaotic.

At last, behind me the red dog allows the older women to grab and hold her.

From the house beyond the gate, a man, a wavy figure  behind a long dark glass window calls out, “What’s going on!”

I call to him that I think we have his red dog, “The one with the skinny bones!”

The man comes out and gestures that he’ll check behind his house to see if that dog is missing.

What is this fellow doing locked up in a dark house on this sunny day?

Yes, it’s his dog.

Hurrah! A happy ending.

The man comes over to us wearing a bandana on his head, a youngish man who wants his privacy most of all.

I’m very friendly, clasp his hand and say I’m his neighbor Venus, and we’ve been chasing his dog all along, through and away from the busy road.

I wonder what this man’s secrets are. I think he has some.

But, he’s happy to see his dog and leads her away.

I jump around and clap my hands and shout to Bill and the ladies about what a good team we are and how well we all work together catching lost dogs.

We’re all happy but I think maybe I am the most happy…or maybe just the most effusive and vocal about it?

Any day when you can save a dog’s life, is a good day I think!

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Secret Stories

Wednesday, May 22nd, 2013

This is the first house I owned. This was many, many years ago when I was newly married. The house looked different then but was an artist and book house while I lived there.

The First House I Ever Owned, As It Looks Today

The house cost us $15,000.

Oddly, I have art and book friends who live here, now. Odder still, it remains an art and book house. I am often invited to my friend’s parties and it is always daja vu being at that house!

It’s a hot day and there is yet another gathering here.  I will let you pick out and guess who the following stories belong to at this party.

Good luck.

The Band In The Backyard

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My Mother’s Friend

Wednesday, May 8th, 2013

My Mother’s Friend, Martha

My mother’s friend Martha is 90 years old. She is mainly blind from birth, and now her hearing is drifting off. I imagine words coming towards her and curling into a gentle, blue puffy cloud.

Martha lives alone with her dog friend, Gretel.

Martha considers my mother her best friend. But, my mother is dead… and hence so is Martha’s best friend.

Martha calls me on the phone one day, wanting to return a book to me. She must have borrowed it from my mother.

I say, “Keep it or give it away, whatever you want.”

There is a silence.

“Oh. Do you want me to come and get it?” I ask.

Yes. She does.

She’s lonely. She wants to see me. I haven’t seen Martha since my mother died 2 1/2 years ago.

The next day when I arrive at her gate, I park my car, get out and wait for her to push her way down the drive with her walker. She unlocks the heavy wire gate and I step through the opening.

She reaches toward me, takes my face in her hands and peers closely up into my face.

“Oh. You look just like your mother. It’s like having your mother here with me, again.”

I am going to be my mother for an hour or two as I spend some time with Martha.

We inch our way up the long drive. Martha tells me she has to use the walker because her dog, in her great thrill with life and running, ran over her one day when they were outside. Greta knocked Martha to the ground and Martha broke her leg.

“But, I’m fine now,” Martha tells me once we are settled in the house at her table. “I only bring the walker outside with me so Greta can’t take me down when she’s chasing rabbits and squirrels.

Martha has a nice old house. It’s not fancy. It’s plain. The kitchen where we are sitting has old coffee cans dotting the sink, mismatched dishes and cracked drinking glasses. It looks like my mother’s kitchen.

Martha’s husband died 25 years ago. I remember him. A tall man with a great, big dark moustache that ran up at the ends into a wide smile.

They raised chickens. Looking out the kitchen window I notice the long old chicken houses, rusted with age and neglect.

Martha has been alone for a long, long time.

Her children live in places like China and Nepal. One lives across a wide field near Martha but she is gone for ten and more hours a day.

I look around and silently wonder, ‘How do you live alone when you are old and nearly blind and can hardly hear?’

“How do you do it?” I ask her.  “How do you feel about living alone?”

Martha says she is healthy. That even her knees are good. She thinks a minute. “About living and being alone for so many years? I just do it.”

She says it used to be easier when a bus came by and took her uptown but that it’s been years since that bus came by. Once a week, a friend takes her for a senior lunch at the Centre. The daughter that lives across the big field, takes her grocery shopping and they have lunch every Sunday.

I hear the ticking of an old wooden clock on the kitchen wall. We sit quietly and I listen to the tick. Martha has been listening to that clock tick her days away for at least 25 years.

“I have to go now,” I say, reluctantly. “I have to be somewhere else.”

“Oh. It’s been so nice having you here for awhile,” she says. She is disappointed that I have to go.

“In a couple, of weeks,” I say, “I’m going to call you and come and get you and take you to my house for lunch and tea. Would you like that?”

She would!

Now, we both have something to look forward, too.

Martha sees my mother in me…and I see my mother in Martha.

My mother’s old friend is now my new friend.

My mother’s friend is now my friend, too.

Suddenly, I feel all sweet and warm inside.

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