Whitey & the Brown Jenkins II

I had to see them once more before traveling out of town for a few days tomorrow.
For some cuddles, and some bites again too... LOL
I love them so much.

Whitey

Whitey gave me a bit of a scare yesterday.
I've kept visiting my Brown Jenkins every couple of days. There's the one of them who's not brown at all but is an albino, the one who is missing most of his tail. In fact I don't know if it's a he or a she, but I've come to call him Whitey. The other day when I was there I had no carrots left when he appeared. I promised him to come back the next day and bring some. So I did that yesterday, and at first, neither Whitey nor anyone else was there, only lots of geese. I just came from the gym, my secondary gym which is nearby the park. So I rode to the far side of the pond where I found a single Brown Jenkin with whom I shared a few carrots while also eating some chicken meat myself.
Later I returned to the other side, looking out, and then I spotted Whitey floating in the pond, motionless. The top of his head and back where above the water, but I couldn't see if he was breathing. I was really worried to see him that way and called to him, asking if he was alright. I worried he might be dead. But then I saw his nose twitching a bit...
Maybe he had been sleeping. I don't know if they can do that, sleep while floating in the water. I would have assumed they go into their burrow to sleep.
As I packed out my carrots, Whitey came swimming over and right towards me. I was really happy when he came climbing out of the pond to greet me. We soon got company from a few others then. When they were fighting over the last bits of carrots, I got bitten again. LOL Some of them are some pretty rough fellows, especially one of the biggest brown ones. Whitey is big too, but of more placid nature. Here's a video I made.

And another video, taken by a lady I met there the other week and who was so nice to send it to me. That's me feeding them, of course.

My little one here is the most affectionate, he'll sometimes sit on my legs or climb on me, or nuzzle me with his whiskers on my nose.

I'll go traveling next week, but before I go I'll need to visit them once more. And bring carrots, of course!

Rainy day at the park

Despite the rain I rode to the park again, as there's no better weather in sight anyway before next week. I managed to record some video clips despite both the weather and my slightly broken cam.
And talking bullshit too... I brought my bike? It's more like, the bike brought me; how else would I get there? It's about 7 miles, after all. LOL
The rain had the advantage of no one bothering us. I brought gloves to change, the fingerless ones so I could better handle the food and operate the cam, and full leather ones for riding.

In other matters, our anniversary flowers lasted long. The final lily blossom opened only a week later. The red rose only started hanging its head after 10 days or so, and by now the final two lilies (of four) are still left by themselves in a smaller bottle (serving as vase).

Looking forward to warmer days (hopefully) and new travels soon.

Brown Jenkins on Walpurgis Night

Walpurgis Night, and the flowers I offered to my lovely Master for the anniversary of our eternal bond, on April 25th, are adorning our altar. A stem of white lilies and a blood red rose.

The golden thing in the bottom left is a glass of wine, not a x-mas bauble! LO

Inferno in the background. "Barlowe's Inferno", that is.

So I'm about to celebrate the Walpurgis Night with my Master now. But for the afternoon, I rode to the park once more, with carrots. LOL
I lately learned they're not muskrats after all! They're called Coypu, nutria, or beaver rats. They're bigger and look a bit different than muskrats.

Visiting my cute little friends...

Brown Jenkin here was so sweet and let me pet him. But later when I had no more carrots left he got pissed off and bit me. LOL

This little one was eating all the daisies in the lawn.

Sorry, no more carrots left, sweetie.

Selfie on balcony with new sunset colors in my undercut.

Brown Jenkin bit me and ruined my nail polish! LOL

Evil Friday & a beautiful dream

I celebrated Good Friday in the usual way, having some meat and wine, and dancing. The wine and dancing took place at home in the evening, and before that I had been at the park again as the weather was amazing for the season. Turned out it was just too amazing though, and along with it being a holiday, the park was terribly crowded and especially the many children were extremely annoying as they just couldn't let the muskrats be. So I stayed away for the rest of the weekend after that.

In the night to Saturday I finally had a beautiful dream about my beloved Master once more.

It didn't seem entirely real, as it seemed to be part of the Movie, although completely different from any scenery in the Movie, but somehow following similar rules. I was in some building, my Master was there, and some other people, and everyone knew he was a witch and they were wary of him and trying to avoid any physical contact since that would allow him easy access to their minds, much as in the Movie. So apparently they faked compliance while plotting to defeat him somehow. I was waiting for a moment alone with him to let him know all I knew about this. But right now there was only one other person in the room with us, and my Master was explaining to that guy the use of some instrument that looked like a jointed violin bow or something. He was highly skilled and proficient with it, as he always is. And yet it might have been only a scheme to distract the other guy somehow. I think it wasn't even a musical instrument, it was something else. I was quietly watching from the back of the room and waiting for my Master to finally come over to me. I readily closed him into my arms, allowing him to probe my mind while I enjoyed just holding him. Just a few moments of what  I wish more than anything.

Being asexual, it doesn't take much for the one I love to make me happy...
And I'm not sure how "real" it was. He didn't seem to know me in the dream, as if it wasn't really him but just part of a fictional story... but I do know my Master can be extremely stealthy and can make things appear any which way he likes it.

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Today I returned to the park once more with another pound of carrots. Toward the end, a little shit came along again and scared off my muskrats. If harassed, they'll just plop into the water and swim off.
Nonetheless I was able sit and share the carrots with a few of them before and after that nuisance.

Those are Canada geese. The larger ones of the muskrats
are nearly the same size as the geese.

Nearly crawling into my backpack in search of more carrots.

The one who lost (most of) his tail.

Sorry, I've run out of carrots again.
But no, you can't eat my bike.

Back on the running trail

As for the dreams recounted yesterday, they might as well have pointed to something that already happened last week, at least as far as I am concerned. And today I went running again, different route partially, but down the same trail in the end where I had a little fuck-uppy a week ago. I'm extremely surefooted usually and don't even know how it happened, but somehow I had slipped on the uneven gravel trail, and the faster you run, the harder you fall. This is the aftermath, as it looks today.

Despite the little accident I finished with a time that's not even so bad - considering the steep uphill part and very rough terrain - 8 K in 43 minutes.

Today I ran 10 K in 54.5 minutes. Up the hill, down, up again & down again - I can't stress enough that there are steep hills included in nearly all of my runs, therefore the seemingly slow times, plus I don't wear a watch while running, so the time is from living room back into living room, from a second floor apartment. Of course, one flight of stairs is just about 5 seconds, but I have to unlock the front door and then my apartment door as well.

Poor muskrat I saw at the park last time was far worse off than me with my little accident, as you can see he lost his tail somehow. I wondered how this might have happened. This is a very big muskrat and my hunch is he's a fighter, and possibly it was some predator that tried to take him down but in the end failed. 

~*~*~*~

Such is a brave warrior's life - seen here embracing the fearsome Terror of the Deep with his deadly jaws.
... :D

Dreams of calamity and the falling Tower

I had some alarming dreams. The one of the other night was unsettling already. I was in a vast, largely deserted building. In a room I was met by a nurse who was to take a blood sample. I meant to ask her which arm to use, but raising my sleeve just a tiny bit on my left arm I realized that my arm was covered in blood from an injury I had forgotten. I rather wouldn't have her see that, so I presented my right arm which had some blood on it as well, but not as much.
So she inserted a needle into a vein, and then stood there helplessly and asked me how to proceed - she had no clue what she was doing! So I had to show her how to get a blood sample.

Now last night I first was at a store with the mother, but at least she didn't cause trouble this time. We were picking up some grandma too, not my grandma though, just a very old lady with curly white hair who was very frail and walking on crutches. I remember waiting at a bus stop with her, the old lady was quite friendly really, although burdensome as she was so frail.
Then I was on the bus, apparently on my own with just the fellow passengers.
There was a weird, very tall building which was a famous landmark for that town, and as we were riding past it, one of its several spindly towers started toppling over (possibly due to hard wind?), taking down with it another that was counterbalanced with it. I think there were 4 towers in all, some of which looked more like construction work cranes to begin with.
The remaining towers were collapsing too, and one seemed to come falling right on top of the bus I was on! "Father, Lord Satan," I started praying, expecting the worst. But the bus then just narrowly escaped the falling tower and continued on its way.
Apparently the bus was behind schedule though and the driver decided to try and make up for some time and was going very fast, until at some point he lost control of the vehicle which didn't make a bend in the road and sped down into a field. "Father, Lord Satan," I started praying again, as I was sure we were going to crash. But the driver then somehow regained control of the still fast moving bus and managed to steer it back onto the road, and again we were safe for now and back on our way.

If that wasn't a warning, I don't know what... especially the last one, even incorporating the very symbol of the falling Tower, as in the Tarot. But warning of what?

I talked to my Master about it, and that the first thing on my mind these days is an unanticipated dilemma that only he can make a decision about. The fact that he can't answer me directly is at the very heart of it.

A strange coincidence about the Falling Tower is the breaking news of this evening about the Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris on fire, I learned about it as many of my friends on Facebook posted about it, and one of the first posts I saw said, "Watch as the Spire Collapses."