What Sigyn Did With All the Colored Leaves

Sigyn came home from our walk yesterday with a double armful of colored leaves.  She and the human female have shut themselves up in the craft room and are Doing Something with them.   I’ve been instructed not to look until it’s all finished, and I can hear the occasional giggle from behind the closed door.

I’m patient.  I can wait.

It’s finished? I can look now?

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Sigyn!  That is really beautiful!

What happens if we turn the lightbox on?


Really, really lovely.  In this season of giving thanks, I am SO thankful for you, my dear.

And now let’s have some leftover pie!

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Back to the Museum–A Biosafety Level 2 Exhibit

While Sigyn and I were admiring all the glass paperweights at the museum the other day, we noticed that there was another exhibit in one of the other rooms.  We didn’t have time to look at it then, so we’re back here today to check it out.

The artist has painted portraits of some beautiful women—though none are as comely as my beloved Sigyn!


Uh, oh.  These beauties look a little speckley, wouldn’t you say?  A tad rash-y?

Upon closer inspection, they are all afflicted by hundreds of little bull’s-eye-shaped welts and multicolored hives.  You can see that the artist has very carefully recorded the appearance of this condition.  This is someone’s nose:


It is amazing that, from a distance, these pustules produce the illusion of beauty.  Beware!   This is an extreme form of human disease called pointillism or dot pox.  This is a very dangerous disease–it can make you  break out in spots!  Everything you touch then becomes contaminated with little dots.  Recovery from this malady is spotty, at best.

And it is quite contagious:  At the end of the exhibit, there is a table with paper and colored pencils where one can do a test drawing and see whether one has contracted the malady while observing the paintings.  Sigyn has opted to draw me.

Oh, Sigyn.  You poor thing.


I am so sorry I brought you here and exposed you to this.  Let us hope there is a cure!

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A Sentinel in the Wilderness

Sigyn and I find ourselves in this field of boulders.


It’s hot, we have no water, and these rocks go on forever.  Sigyn, reach up and I’ll help you climb.


Ehehehehe!  It looks like we’re in the howling wastes, doesn’t it?  Actually, we’re just taking in another of the campus’ inexplicable sculptures.  I don’t know if it has a name, but I think “Tall Metal Saguaro” would suit.


It’s planted in this field of cobbles and stretches into the sky near the tall tower that houses the auditorium, theater, box-office, and lots of meeting rooms.  It has been here forever (i.e., at least as long as the human female).  It is made of metal with chunks of glass. Originally, the glass was clear, but over the years it has changed first to purple and now a cloudy, dirty yellow.

That’s the Texas sun for you.  (You should see what it has done to the human female.)

Here we are on one of the glass bits in the trunk.  See?  It looks like a hunk of brick!


Some of the glass chunks have fallen out over the years.


That just makes it that much more fun to climb!

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A brief walk on campus

“Mother Nature” has switched off the waterworks and turned up the heat. As true summer approaches, a long lunchtime walk on campus yields not just an exercised human female, but a sweaty one. Bleargh. Let’s not do that.

Still, the human female has dragged me out for a quick jaunt, in a vain attempt to slow the unchecked growth of the size of her…bum.

It is heartening to see that the campus is equipped with emergency telephones.


Hello? Operator? Operator! Yes, I do have an emergency. An art emergency. There’s an urgently bizarre installation near the Academic Building!

It’s another one of those loopy statue thingies.


Huh. The dispatcher hung up.

What is it supposed to be? I do not know. It looks to me as if some very large person has been playing with a wad of blue bubblegum, as Midgardian children do right up until the point their mothers say, “Keep that in your mouth or spit it out!” Then it ends up on the sidewalk or stuck to the underside of a desk somewhere. (We do not have bubblegum on Asgard, just a fragrant sort of tree resin that younglings like to chew. Just one more way in which Asgard is vastly superior to this rock.)

I don’t know. I think perhaps it is growing on me. As a statue, it makes a serviceable perch.


What do you suppose the humans would say if I teleported this…thing…into the middle of their living room? I know the female wouldn’t like it. She’d just see it as another thing she would have to dust. (Not that she does much of that.)

The human female has moved on from art and is, predictably, looking at plants. Do you recognize this woody knob? I did not, but then again, I am not from around here, so I have an excuse.


The human female says that this is “a knee from a bald cypress tree.” What has she been smoking? Or maybe her brain is beginning to melt in the heat? I am no botanist, but I do know that trees do not have knees. Or feet, or legs, or armpits, or any other body parts. And is she implying that some other cypress trees are hairy? Is this species more Groot-like than others in this realm?


Hmmmm. Maybe a little around the bark…

Still, if it has knees, it can kneel, yes? Kneel, tree! Kneel before Loki, Lord of all things animal, vegetable, and mineral!

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