A record of those unimportant little things that are too important to be forgotten.
Wednesday, February 19, 2020
Waiting expectantly
A group of men in dark suits are on the phone early about the American Presidents trip to India next week. Will there or won't there be a trade deal.? Whatever happens you can be sure there will be the biggest turn out ever. While I chat away Sophie dozes outside the front door. A thick coat comes in useful on these chilly mornings.
We make do with just a croissant at the cafe. There is still some chocolate cake to finish at home.
Octopus in all its grizzly glory at the fishmongers. There is a tentacle hanging down towards Sophie's nose level. She is hurried along. Angus is not an octopus fan, his canine companion would be ... given half a chance.
A detour to the Italian lady for some truffle ravioli for lunch. Things look up for my four legged companion who gets given a small sliver of Panettoni .
Back in the village the workmen are still hard at work replacing the tiles on The Very Old Farmers roof. The gates to the farm have been left open. The PONette runs ahead and waits expectantly at his front door for her friend. The old man used to slip her a biscuit.
Just another start to the day with that superior life form known as a PONette .
Will we all be doing this soon ? For a surprise watch to the end : https://twitter.com/yashar/status/1229383312776388609
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The clip was interesting. I was watching it wondering whether this might be safer and more fun than yesterday's motorcycle feat (until the end, when I realized this wouldn't be for me!). The thread was also interesting - almost everyone focuses exclusively on the environmental ramifications. It's nice that Sophie remembers The Very Old Farmer - PONs, especially PONettes, are pretty picky, but once someone has passed the test (which may or may not involve biscuits), it's for life and beyond.
Life and beyond.Interesting that even though the Very Old Farmers been gone for nearly two years Sophie returns to the front door where she was given a biscuit.Kierkegaard writes about how if a bird’s nest is destroyed, the next day he’s happily rebuilding it because, for them, the future doesn’t exist. I'd like to think they’re happy in what Kierkegaard would say is the kingdom of God. One of those differences between humans and dogs that makes me smile.
I've been thinking about this difference recently. Puts a bit of a burden on the humans sometimes - Cherry's going in to have her spleen removed in a couple of weeks, and I'm the one who has to do all the worrying. The doctor's not worried, and that's certainly a good thing, so my rational expectation is that it will turn out fine, but still . .
Hari OM
I could do with a jetpack today. Would save the 5.5 hours about to be undertaken by ferry and bus as I go back to Edinburgh for my two-week turn. However, I would want the solar-powered battery version. The smoke trail on that was beyond concerning. Not to mention it seemd to be heading for tall buildings... YAM xx
Bertie likes the look of the octopus tentacles, but his owner is with Angus on this one!
Wow...that takes calamari to a whole new level! Sophie, what are those pastries that look like giant lime-colored balls, wearing pearl necklaces?
Lisa, I have never sent hugs to Japan before. Today I would like very much to send you and Cherry comforting hugs from Georgia, USA!
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