Unlikely Emergency
My neighbour tells me that Larry aka Lazza (a DSHT, that’s a domestic short-haired Tabby) hasn’t taken to convalescing very well. Infact she says he’s as cranky as a dog with a plastic container collar round his neck so it won’t itch. That’s cranky!
The good news I suppose is, they [dogs, and I suspect Lazza will have some rather disparaging remark to make relating to their inferior make-up, he can be so catty sometimes] do eventually get used to it and afterall, it’s for their own good. However, I won’t try to explain that to Lazza, the for-their-own-good bit, not today at least. I ‘ll save that for a better-frame-of-mind-day.
I’ll visit him later to give everyone else there a break. Gawd, he’s a pawful when he’s 100 percent fit, imagine what’s he’s like now. He’ll have them all tearing their hair out shortly. Time for a rescue package.
I’m listening to Serena Ryder, her album “Unlikely Emergency.” It fits right into this raw blowy day. Maybe what makes it fit, are the gutsy vocals with their matter-of -fact lyrics that cut right to the chase of the matter. A chilling wind will do the same. It’s blowy out in the backyard. Alot of tussled leafy hair with swirling, shedding leaf hairs. Like, lunch hour in the Mall at a busy hairdresser. Leaf hair everywhere!
The humbuggerishness has passed, the wind is a good metaphor for the cobwebs being blown away. Oh, and I slept lying down last night, not a Hugag in sight as far as I could tell. The backshed looks appropriately upright too! It’s a good thing. The winds have whipped themselves into a delighted frenzy and the backshed will need all its strength just to hold onto its hat. Think I’ll take a walk on the wild side later, it’s where the wind and the interesting critters are.
That’ll be me, rugged up, hat and scarf on and surrounded by a cloud of thoughts. See you then. And just so you know, the humbuggerishness does lift and when it does, you can see to the mountains. It’s a glorious sight. It’s not quite to forever but it’s a start.
