Monday, October 31, 2016
The most magical light show in the world.
It's dark. No one has thought about adjusting the timers on the street lights after the clock change. Dog and owner sit on the village green and watch a trill of shooting stars. At this time of the morning a crescent moon dominates the sky. We wait for twenty minutes as the sun slowly rises. Some ( Chinese ? ) satellites glint in the first light, scurrying back from the big air base near Bordeaux. The most magical light show in the world. A wonderful day. Bob and his master discuss Harry Reid and the federal Hatch Act. Bob yawns.
A bank of fog at the far end of the valley. Bob gets his second walk across the fields down to the stream. There he inelegantly fishes, or attempts to fish, for minnows in the stream. He raises his paw and then brings it down into the crystal water. He has the concentration but the mind/motor coordination that should go with it is absent.
The Chinese girls with triple doctorates might be finding this years astrophysics course easy going but 'The Font' isn't. There's a webinar with the folks in Pasadena at nine tonight. Sophie listens to a recorded lecture on gravitational time dilation and falls happily asleep. This is what Angus would also do.
Bob is showing no signs of discomfort.
But he's still drooling and holding his head to the side. There's another four days to run on his antibiotics course so no point in dog or owner worrying. I'm beginning to think it's an ear infection but this is based on no evidence whatsoever. I can however run my fingers around his gums and he doesn't object which tells me it's not a mouth or tooth problem. 'The Font' thinks it may be something glandular. Neither of us believe it was a stroke. He's stressed by his sisters illness but apart from this he's mega healthy .... and young.
Chicken and gravy helps to get his antibiotics down without an accompanying theatrical performance. He gets lengthy Mano a Mano's.
Sophie spends a couple of hours in a cage. It's small enough to stop her leaping up and damaging her leg when passing pilgrims whistle or shout out a happy 'Hello'. Amazingly, she lies in the weak autumn sunshine quite happily. It's being alone that Sophie can't stand. Confinement is just fine as long as there's someone close by.
So passes the rhythms of a day with a diva invalid. It can safely be said she has taken over the house. Her brother is a cause of mild concern. None of these changes to our routine important enough to go in diary but recorded here because it's part of real life and shouldn't go completely unacknowledged.