Wednesday, 6 February 2016
The weather did continue in a rainy mode and a reading day was welcome.
This glorious book consumed my next two and a half days:
Because I stopped every few pages and googled images of and more information about many of the places Bryson described, it was a deliciously slow read. As I read, I was of course CONSUMED by the agony that I did not move to the UK when I had the chance (when I was married to a Leedsman.) I thought I could not because of being an only child, but in later years I could have brought my mum there as a dependent. (So Google told me on one of my side trips from the book.) O to be in England! I had the same reaction years ago whilst reading Bryson’s Notes From A Small Island.
“Nothing is more….
This book also gave me similar angst and longing when I read it years ago (and then followed it with everything else this author had written):
Smokey continued to recuperate in the convalescent room during the day, with his mother, Mary, to keep him company.
Thursday, 4 February 2016
The Road to Little Dribbling consumed my day except for a walk out into the wet garden to pick a bouquet for the evening.
The evening occasion was a belated birthday dinner for Todd. I found an old card of mine with a photo of Oysterville in springtime. The twig frame came from Microsoft Photodraw, a simple program with the best frames I’ve ever found anywhere. I’d love to find an app that has frames like this. It also had a seashell frame and others that I loved.
Salt Pub
We gathered at the Salt Hotel Pub. Todd, who expected the usual garden gang of me, Allan, Dave, and Melissa, was pleasantly surprised when Teresa from the Planter Box and Steve and John of the Bayside Garden arrived.
Teresa had kindly bought her grandma’s recipe spice cake and I had ordered a round of chocolate cupcakes from Pink Poppy Bakery.
The evening was a delight for all….until Melissa saved her cupcake for later at home, where her dog, Coulee, ate it, paper and all, as I was informed in a sorrowful text!
Friday, 5 February 2016
Another rainy day saw a trip to Oceanside Animal Clinic for Frosty’s check up.
Poor Smokey had to have his abscess lanced again, and again was praised for his good behavior. Five more days of convalescing must follow, with ointment twice a day, and then perhaps he can get back to patrolling the garden.
I finished The Road to Little Dribbling, and a book of short stories of Lorrie Moore, and another book that was not good enough to even mention. An intense windstorm in the afternoon made reading especially pleasant. I took a video of the garden in the storm, which I posted on our Facebook page here. I noticed while panning across the patio that one of my old wooden plant tables is on the verge of collapse.
That is a project for another day.
Update: On Saturday, Todd and Melissa and Dave had a gardening job together, and Todd brought her one of the leftover cupcakes to make up for the one Coulee ate. I was ever so glad to hear that because Pink Poppy makes a scrumptious cupcake.
I am impressed by your bouquet. The wind in your video sounds very familiar.
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