Every time ... I do anything ... I think of people in my past. So I want to write about them. Some people will be just X because of various factors - they were married, we are no longer friends, they wouldn't want the publicity, other reasons. Of course, they may recognise themselves if they read this. I shan't be putting anything nasty, because why would I even have interactions with nasty people?
A pet update: six months after my Mick Jagger died on 14th February, my lovely Sammy died. I had to have him killed by the vet when he (Sam) was having a fit that wouldn't stop, and screaming, and staring into my eyes begging me to do something. He'd been a fine cat, teaching me everything a cat owner needed to know. Things he taught my other cats are still done, for instance ringing a bell when they want me to open a door for them. He was a darling. When he began having fits I took to sleeping on the floor with him, so he couldn't fall out of bed. This is Sam on the right, with Lulu and Polly as youngsters. Sam was an ex-feral cat, he was born in the barn behind the Kings Arms in the High Street. I think he was glad to move into a house, once he'd got me trained.
The female cats that were young then, Polly and Lulu, are now elderly and slow and sleep a lot. They have a younger companion, Zak, who has lived with us for seven years, and a tortoise that thinks he's cat, Blackberry. The pets are my exercise. Does everyone else do half an hour's exercise before coffee, shower, dress? not many I think. Here are Zak and Lulu sharing the warmth from Blackberry's heating lamp!
Another update: my ankle, broken in the "fire on the conservatory roof" debacle, still bothers me and makes me afraid to walk on the hills, especially downhill. I saw an orthopaedic consultant about it, and the Xray shows nothing but arthritic changes. He asked me if I was afraid of breaking it again. I replied, "No, I'm afraid of the embarrassment of falling over!"
Meanwhile I need to begin my "Every time..." journal. Let's make some notes.
Every time I
iron a teatowel
water the aspidistra
cut the nail on my littlest toes
pencil in my eyebrows
see the snapdragons
cook roast potatoes
look up the hill
see a rainbow
Must be a growing old thing, everything I do reminds me of someone I've loved.
