Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
But we were for taking her to the zoo!And we will still be taking her.But she'll already have seen everything. It won't be as exciting for her.It will still be exciting for her. She's only eighteen months old. She doesn't get jaded as easily as we do.
Martha's not going to eat that. I may as well have it.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
This is something like the view I would have from the kitchen window, where I currently sit, if that window wasn't all steamed up from the vegetable broth I have on the hob. The extractor fan is far too noisy and would disturb my present tranquillity. Matty is napping and the only sounds I can hear are the pipple of the broth, the churn of the washing machine and a constant hum of traffic from the Lisnevenagh Road.
The light in Tricia's photograph is so beautiful and begs to be shared.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Matty was poorly yesterday with lots of cramping in her stomach. We brought out the heavy duty painkillers which made her quite woozy. Last night, after I'd gone to bed, she was really sick. I heard the noises and thought at first that it was burglars. Hell no! Nothing as uncomplicated as that - just Matty throwing up. I got it sorted. This morning she was a bit confused, thought it was seven in the evening instead of the morning.
You're good at this. You must have been listening to the physio. You could train physios yourself.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
I had a brief visit home last night and part of today. Bert had not used the washing machine even though I had left him detailed instructions. My home is reverting to the look and feel of a bachelor pad. There were dirty dishes in the sink, a slight smell of socks and shop-bought meat pies in the fridge. The vegetables were mouldering uneaten and we were perilously low on toilet paper. There was no milk.
I said to him,
Do you miss my cooking?
Sure you haven't cooked anything for ages.
Duh! In the past three weeks I've spent sixteen days at Matty's. When I do get home I'm not going to start cooking for him after all the invalid meals I'm preparing at the Ponderosa. I had a major huff.
How soon he forgets. Mind you, I had forgotten the delicious pea and ham soup he had made when I'd got away for an hour on Wednesday not to mention the raspberry muffins for afters. I was still huffing when Mr & Mrs Wee Les came in. It was a relief to have an excuse to stop.
Afterwards we watched ancient footage of The Blues both the authentic and the somewhat less so. It was wonderful going to bed knowing that I would not have to bounce out of it at 7:15 sharp. All I did this morning was read an Anita Shreve, take a long, deep bath and go for a walk in the fields. It was noisy out there with the rat-a-tat-tat coming from the shooting range at the Loan Hill and the sound of the hunting horn and the hounds on the Granagh Road. But it was far, far better than the ceaseless drone of traffic on the Lisnevenagh Road and waiting for the wee voice that goes, “Meer-eeee.”
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Monday, March 07, 2011
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Clint's changed his mind about putting the meadow in potatoes this year. Says he has no time and anyway, what's he going to do with 9 tons of spuds.
Oh. Well we'll just have to plant a garden of potatoes somewhere.
There's nowhere for them.
What do you mean?
I don't know where we'd put them.
Balls! You mean out of fifty acres we can't find some wee place to grow a few drills of potatoes?Well what do you suggest then?
There's no point in me suggesting anything for as soon as I say what about there, or maybe there, you'll have about a million reasons why we can't because that's what you love. Being negative.
And so we bickered on until Zoe and Martha appeared at the door all wellied up and ready for a day's gardening. I was just a bit mortified. Caught arguing like a pair of weans yet again! Even though we quit it the second she appeared she'd know. So I said,
Great timing Zoe. We were just discussing where we'd plant our spuds in light of Clint reneging on the meadow.
Within thirty minutes we'd all viewed up a couple of places and made our decision. Well Zoe made it. It's such a relief when a responsible adult turns up and puts the sillies on the right track even if she is their daughter.
We ended up having a most productive day. Rachael turned up after lunch and we sowed, and dug and pruned and planned. My primary task was entertaining Miss Martha. I had no complaint about that. And that's why I've had no time to blog this weekend. Taking gardening leave.
Thursday, March 03, 2011
The hip issues won't have been helped by her start in life. God only knows how long she spent tied in that shed with no exercise and inadequate food.
Still - she's happy now even if only a few hours on the beach chasing after that pup leaves her completely tired out the next day.
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
See her paws all covered in dried cow dung.