Tuesday, October 01, 2019
Yesterday, after work, I popped into the nursing home where she resides to visit my ailing sister, Elaine. I found her propped up in her hospital bed and watching television, this time not a classic movie, but instead, an old game show that she knew well. Elaine appeared comfortable, in a good mood. She was highly alert without being combative as she is at times. We chatted awhile before I had to hurry home and feed the horses.
They were waiting for the sounds of my vehicle nearing the barn area. The horses cantered and bucked alongside the fence, Rosie blaring her hungry impatience. In that late afternoon–frigid frosty, overcast–and still wearing my Costco garb, with only a light jacket, no gloves, I hurriedly fed the horses and goats. My hands and fingers began stinging and seemed nearly numb before I could return to my car and its welcoming heater.
Up at the house, the dogs chimed in with a welcoming chorus that echoed the horses’ hunger and adding a group insistence to be allowed inside. I entered the house to Peaches’ welcoming, “Hello Hello Hello”, and handed him an unshelled pecan. Next, the four dogs came inside–well, more like “fell inside”–with the whole pack attempting to scramble as one through the sliding door.
And what all day I had looked forward to, the piece de resistance, in that crock pot on my countertop, a warm pot roast. The kitchen smelled wonderful, and dinner was a cinch. There was plenty of roast to share with all the dogs and Peaches. None for my cat, Max, who prefers Fancy Feast, or Gilbert, the rescued racing pigeon, always glued to his usual food (chicken feed and small parrot kibble).
The last day of that invasive early winter ended well at my house with everybody warm and fed. Starting today, our area is supposed to enjoy a string of days that will be more normally fall-like with higher temps and dryer weather. That’ll invite me into action again with the horses.
Dear Friends: A preview of colder weather ahead is a grounding experience. Diana