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Thursday, September 3 2009
We had houseguests this morning, so Gretchen made banana peach muffins and I made several French presses worth of coffee. At some point the women folk the dogs in the forest. At this point the dogs of the Extended Black Dog Wolfpack include Sally, Eleanor, and Suzy, though not Libby, who freakishly died a few weeks ago from leukemia. As usual, Ray stayed behind and chatted with me. We stood around his Saab for awhile marveling at the wreckage resulting from his driving into a place with too little headroom for the standing bicycles on his rooftop bike rack. Only one of the bikes had been hit and it hadn't been damaged, though part of the roof rack had warped and some of the fasteners had snapped off. Ray had been forced to tie down the affected bike using a piece of rope.
Eventually our houseguests continued northward, and Gretchen started preparing an early lupper of beans in a sort of mole sauce that contained both coffee and chocolate. Whenever a food contains as many Goya products as this one did, count me in! I was so hungry by the time it was ready (signaled by the clicking of the rice cooker, which was making the side of rice) that all I could do was pace the floor.
At some point today I put the first plant in the greenhouse. It was a volunteer tomato that had first appeared in a planter of spinach (a planter that later proved inhospitable for anything but moss). I'd transplanted it to another pot a couple months ago, and it was this pot that I moved into the greenhouse, setting it on the low table I'd made of pressure treated wood and bluestone.

Some years ago when Gretchen was doing a residency at Blue Mountain Center in the Adirondacks, one of her new friends there, an artist, offered to paint something beautiful on a bat box she'd bought. So she let him take it home with him. Years passed, and she'd occasionally ask about it, and then eventually she got an email suggesting that the ongoing flake-out was a permanent condition. So a couple weeks ago she bought another bat box. Hoping to redeem the fiasco of that first bat box, today I decorated this new one with one of my trippy paintings (this was all of my initiative). I'd already painted it with primer and then a layer of greenish-blue, so over this I painted a motiff of a bat flying in front of the constellation of Orion. I also included a crescent moon, though I later realized it was far too big against Orion unless that bat was flying in outer space a couple thousand miles from the moon.


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