Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Mushrooms springing up in the yard. Why don't I know anything about mushrooms? Which ones to eat, specifically? That part of my education is sorely lacking.
I am feeling guilty because I'm not out walking. It keeps raining on and off. It rained yesterday and last night too. Right now it sounds as if the world has a mist-sprinkler going. It is lovely.
My chat with Maurice yesterday did little good. Why, why, why is it that the only time she wants to get lovey is in the middle of the night? I knew this was going to happen. We all knew this was going to happen. You should see her climb a tree. For no apparent reason she will run across the yard and up a tree as if being pursued by dire wolves. She gets about fifteen feet up, stops, looks down across her shoulder and you can just hear her thinking, "Holy shit. Now what?" She figures it out. She scrambles back down, all dignity intact.
In other animal news, I am finding it more and more difficult not to feel compassionate about these damn stupid dogs as they age. How ironic is this? Poor Buster. He falls off the steps regularly. The other day he got lost in the mud room. I was calling him from inside the doorway about a foot away, to come out of there and he literally could not see his way out, even though the door was right there. And last week he was howling while I was outside with the boys. I ran in to find him standing in the kitchen door, just howling so piteously for no reason whatsoever. It was as if he had found himself in a place he didn't recognize. He is showing signs of agitation and I worry that he may be in pain. I call Dolly to come outside to pee and poop and she makes her way down the steps and then immediately comes back up them. I think she can at least see and hear a little better than her brother. But not much. She sleeps almost all hours of the day and night.
Their days are numbered and that's all there is to it. And I become more paralyzed and less sure of myself as applies to taking them to the vet.
The chickens cackle in the hen house. I need to clean out their poop, put down fresh hay. The boys are coming soon for the afternoon and evening. The morning is slipping away. We are saturated with water and the mushrooms are springing up and water oaks are throwing their limbs and it is summer in North Florida and we move slowly if we are smart.
Funny how everything seems to get done anyway and whatever doesn't, doesn't really matter.
I take instruction from the Live Oaks who have grown so slowly all of these centuries and yet, tower above all, putting forth new leaves every spring.
I think they rest a lot too.