Days of Our Lives
Tuesday, October 16
Somehow it has become the middle of October and the leaves are falling off
the trees in great heaps. Good color this year. It can't be the middle of
October, I want to whine, I'm not done with September yet. But of course,
we would all like to be done with September. Sigh.
Today was one of those 'interesting' days. Went in, bravely had a
mammogram, not one of my favorite activities. This evening I was catching
up on the news papers and read my horoscope, with which I rarely bother.
The first line read: "You behave brilliantly under pressure."
Poor Dover the cat has been under the weather. I realized last night all
was not well. Checked on him a few times during the night, then called the
vet this morning. He was still eating, and all that, but seemed to have a
sore throat and wasn't very happy. He could barely meow.
Yes, indeed, Dover has managed to somehow get tonsillitis. They sedated
him and checked for foreign objects (like his brain, perhaps) but there
were none. The doc suspects he ate something he shouldn't have, a bad
plant or something, but we will probably never know.
So now he's home and not at all unhappy about having bubblegum-flavored
medicine squirted down him. I think he actually likes it.
Nelly watched in horrified disgust.
So take care, out there, and stick to broccoli.
Gooses
Sunday, October 28
Winter is bearing down upon us here in Minnesota. We have several very
nice almost warm days, then a cold snap. Most of my flowers are gone,
except for one lone pot of petunias that somehow escaped the Frost Elves.
Last week I was wittering on to my father about the geese beginning to
form up into vees and head south (although some of them seem to be going
north, inexplicably maybe they go north to rendezvous with other groups
before heading south).
Dad lives in southern Oregon, near a lovely river. I got this diatribe in
reply:
"We got millions of gooses, gooses is everywhere, night and day, winter
and summer. They fly mostly east and west, because that's the way the
river flows through here. They start out before dawn and continue into
the night. One came through our narrow back yard the other night just
before dark, lower than the roof top, honking away like mad. They fly
in small groups, middling groups, and big groups. Two things about
gooses. They honk continually whilst flying and they shit continually
on the ground. I wish more people would remember that gooses our part of
the food chain and eat them.
"We are getting fall all of a sudden and the trees are turning color
rapidly. As a side note, this produces a mass of leaves that need to be
raked and disposed of. If gooses were any good they would make the
leaves part of the food chain and eat them. That way I could tolerate
their continual honking, and perhaps their shit would come out
multicolored."
An interesting, original theory, in my humble opinion.
Take good care of yourselves