Exiled from my own blog for two days because of some WordPress anomaly to do with a slowing artificial memory or abandoned cookies. Squeezing in through a virtual keyhole with pressure on the control.key and a song or prayer.
Dashed out in a gusty black wind at dawn to walk dogs and was blown about m the anti-clockwise gale, hair whiplashing my eyeballs, dogs straining to go home, orange light flaring over the mountain tops, a smell like gunpowder. or pepper prickling my nostrils, boughs cracking and dust flying up like grit. Looked across the field and suddenly saw an oak tree fuzzed all over with green, new leaf coming out, the effect surreal and improbable. Spring on the doorstep, at last.
Now the skies are chalky and grey, a dull shade I’m not used to seeing out here, like some depressing quilt you should have given away to a charity shop, the light suppressed and filtered through dullness. There is no running water and I may need to take a large bucket and fetch water from the neighbours’ rain barrels which have a coating of greeny-brown scum and frog-spawn, perfect for a cup of tea.
No results for the housemate either and I have a worsening cough, hate the uncertainty and feeling of being about to topple over a cliff. The housemate on the other hand is doing an advanced computational course in a nearby town and designs patients’ charts and creative spreadsheets with enthusiasm. Her cough is slightly improved but undiagnosed.
My small white dog has begun limping around the house. Does she need to go to the vet? I have probed and massaged all her joints and she is in no pain but doesn’t want to put pressure on the right front paw. She has no temperature, eats as usual (greedily) and indulges her OCD sister the Chub who wants to clean her twin’s ears incessantly and can’t understand the limp, falls about in yippy excitement and despair to see the uneven gait. The Great Dane is nosy and helpful, in his way.
Sooner or later it all changes.