Quietly. Moby did not agree, mrrrrowwwwing intermittently, through the morning. When I went out to water, I got him in the harness, but kept the leash in my pocket, let him come out with me to the fenced back garden. One must dress to visit the gardens, see?
The garden is my hope, much as I try to dissuade the false prophets. The tomatoes seem to be happy as the mint and thyme, the field beans and swiss chard will wait to be planted until the weekend. I want to be sure to give them the warm earth their packets seem to want for them.
My teeth are very clean, and the dentist worried about the state of my upper palate. Cankers and sore mouth, I think for the same reason I have tinnitus and sore ears and raw nose - allergens a'bloomin'. Or pollenating. Then he asked as I staggered out of the chair, after my poor back. Well, nothing to be done, life leaves it's mark on us. At least my front teeth survive, unlike a patient who fell on her face at the same time I did, and lost teeth because of it, needs a bridge and all. I soaked my mouth in saline and cayenne when I got home, and saturated myself in beer. Usually, I am quite moderate, but today I need some anesthesia. Need to numb somewhat.
My genetic kin are fading. I imagined them as survivors in a lifeboat, beckoning to me on shore to save myself and swim to them. I shake my head in puzzlement, and sit tight on my rock beside my lighthouse. You can't get drown on Lac Saint Pierre, so long you stay on shore. They want to save me, by saving them, and they can't see the contradiction. I have to back away. If I could save them as well, I would - but they are beyond my reach. Squandered their last chances and shoved me aside, I can only shrug and turn away home. Sad, but I can't let them drown me, others need me.
Moby so delighted to be out in the grass, unperturbed by the people walking by right past him, fearless in his domain. In the hallways of apartments, such intrusions would have driven him back, cowed him completely. Here, well, they are nearly guests, or at least irrelevant. Such a change in him, and we must adjust and appreciate.
He has found his place to pee outside the box, in the mudroom inside the back door. Couldn't really ask for better, easily cleaned up.
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My problems are with respect to my gums, not my teeth. I need to floss way more often than I do as a result.
I've been totally lax on the planting this spring, so far just throwing a few potato bits into the ground. One of them has sprouted so far.
Good that Moby is finding the outdoors so comforting. We just recently started letting our cat out un-leashed. So far so good in terms of returning to us.
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Brave Moby! (Brave Zhoen!)
Hey, the typing the one word quick thing worked with the WV! (Though only on the 2nd attempt) I've taken mine off. Blugger's spam collection works pretty well now, though it's annoying to get it at all, and most of it's anonymous, which you don't allow anyway, so perhaps the WV isn't all that necessary? Still, I don't particularly mind doing it, and it's probably better to frustrate them altogether...
Yep, the lifeboat lighthouse image is right on. Why on earth would you want to leave the steadfast for the other?
Hurrah for Moby the outdoor cat. Nice and easy does it...
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