For Grace. The Earth and Plants. I plant things by first digging the hole for the plant or seed with my hand. No tool works better. My hands always look like this when I garden.
Grace is collecting rocks. Wonderful rocks. Maine has no rocks. They all got moved to New Jersey when the ice age pushed things South. We have boulders.
We have great huge rocks along the ocean's coastline. But to walk here and find a good rock? No. I once took Riley to the ocean. When he was brand new. He ran breaking- the leash. In the water, chasing a protected bird. Endangered bird. Everyone on the beach had their mouth in a big O shape as they watched in horror as the dog gained on the bird. Even in water to his chest- that dog could run. The bird lifted off the water- finally- and flew away. We all, except Riley, let out a sigh of relief.
Today is a bit overcast here in Maine. Sun comes and goes. I have dressed for going. I have books to return to the library and a few items needed from the grocery-- Brussels Sprouts for sure. I cooked for G yesterday after he cut the grass. I made the sausage and mushroom ragu that he likes on pasta. The same as I made after his heart attack when "nothing tastes good".
Riley and I watched Law and Order. Detective Green was shot. He'll live. Detective Fontana is not my favorite. I don't think I watched any of this season for that reason- Detective Fontana. But, for Riley, I will watch it.
Riley surprised us yesterday. He went out and came back inside the house with just a command -no lengthy begging and dragging. Which was enough of a "good thing" these days. He also went for "ride in the car" which does not happen easily. But then came the most amazing thing....... Riley played with his toys. All of them. He squeaked the squeaky ones, bounced the ones that bounce and threw some up in the air to catch them on the downside. Like old times. It sort of brought tears to my eyes. We'd been missing him so much. He looks more alert. His coat is very shiny. He's eating. For however long this lasts-- we'll enjoy it.
We are missing G's brother today. His birthday. He passed quite unexpectedly just after Thanksgiving last November. A very good man. With the kindest heart.
2 comments:
There has to be rocks????
Det. Daniel Delgado from my book is modeled on Detective Rey Curtis (Benjamin Bratt). That two-note noise that opened every episode was the first audio snip that I learned how to steal, copy and embed in code on my very first webpage. Supposedly, it's out there somewhere still.
I wonder if it's that sound that gets Riley's attention and holds him awaiting further instructions?
No rocks in Maine. Yes, they all got bulldozed down to New York. Every Spring, the first harvest before you can plant, is a bushel of fist-sized rocks that heave up with each freeze. The source of all the glorious stone walls everywhere. Maine granite.
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