A record of those unimportant little things that are too important to be forgotten.
Monday, October 24, 2016
Sand.
Out of the front door for a 'comfort break'.
Then into her pen for a doze. Woollen blanket keeping those shaved limbs warm.
Sophie being an intelligent girl has discovered that a wall or door can provide useful support for all sorts of purposes, drinking water being one of them.
Bob and Angus tidy up the garden. The last of the pool furniture stowed away in the garage.
The family fellow joins me for a trip to the bakers. While I choose a Chocolat Royale he coyly charms the waitress into giving him a crust of bread.
In the 1880's some reforming bishop ( of the type that always has to be doing something ) had many of the regions 13th century churches demolished and replaced with identikit buildings more in keeping with the times. Octagonal towers, five rows of windows, two tiers of bells. Cheap to build and unremarkable to look at. Last night at quarter to seven I was out in the side courtyard with Sophie, a side of the house we rarely visit at this time of the day. As the sun set the church tower glowed a most amazing bright red. The orange bricks suddenly transfused with light. Even the most mediocre of structures can look like a cathedral with natures help. The old steeples moment of glory lasted for all of five minutes before fading away. It seems the air is full of light refracting dust from the Sahara that's being blown our way. This morning the cars covered in sand.
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The reforming bishop a precursor to today's 'successful' managers in the corporate world, where the rule is, apparently, to be seen to be making big changes, the move on before the negative impact of those changes becomes clear...
Cheers, Gail (in cynical mood, sipping a disgusting coffee bought for a king's ransome on the ferry home to the UK).
One advantage of the colour of your new "loonj", it won't show the dirt or the sand !
We haven't put our garden furniture away yet - it was 36ºC yesterday afternoon so we are still outdoors much of the day. Pool temperature was 23º, so just a bit too cold to swim.
Glad the waitress has taken a shine to Bob.
Not only are the light and color of the steeple shot very pretty, but you framed it well, too.
Another big step for Sophie's recovery tomorrow, I believe. Or is it next week? At least you'll get to meet the new surgeon. Hope he/she passes the legs flailing, squealing test by the patient.
Your lovely photo of the steeple reminds me of the wall covering and painting project which was to be undertaken. Was this ever completed? I'm here every morning, so I hope you don't tell me you posted photos, etc. Not that absent-minded yet, I hope.
I would like to think that the beautiful evening fall light on the steeple was The Very Old Farmer's way of saying Goodnight to all at the ROF. Letting you know he's still up to his old tricks.
So glad to see Sophie recuperating so well....can you imagine what she will be like when she's fully mobile again??
What glorious light on the steeple. The idea of the air carrying sand from the Sahara to you sounds almost impossibly romantic. And oh, also anything in the baker's photo . . .
That's a lovely picture of the church, and I, too, like the idea that the glow is the Very Old Farmer wishing you "bonne nuit".
The new loonj seems to be well color-coordinated with the ROF itself.
Just as the oil price settles into a sweet and sustainable spot between 50 and 60.
It does however have a dark interior which has been designed by someone who has no idea what a dog with white fur looks like.
Thank you but not very difficult from the side courtyard as its the only view there is.
Tpo the hospital for X-Rays tomorrow at 3.30. Fingers crossed. There seems to be a lot of power in the leg.
When she's recovered there's going to be four months of pent up energy !
Sand from the Sahara may sound romantic but is , sadly, at the end of the day a reason to go into town and wash the cars.
The colour is growing on us.
Sophie is extremely clever. Mum's dog never worked that one out and he is a poodle cross. Poodles are supposed to be clever. Clearly not as clever as Pons. Though he was a boy and had one good leg which I guess is all you need.
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