Here he is looking like a woolly sheep after his bath. All his test results came back surprisingly good – his liver and kidneys etc. are all working fine. The only possible glitch internally is a bit of a low thyroid, but it’s hard to tell if that is causing the current problems or being caused by them. He goes back to the vet for a check-up next week. In the meantime, the antibiotics seem to be clearing up his ear infection but it’s hard to tell if his eyes are improving at all. Still, he’s in pretty good spirits.
This is my little black genoa fig tree, one of my all time favourite varieties of fresh fig. I’ve been nursing it along ever since I bought it as a tiny cutting. This year it had one lovely fig on it.
So this morning, with great ceremony, I ate it.
I took all of Saturday off, it was a hard week this one and I really needed some time off. By Thursday evening I was pretty run out and spent most of the evening crying and writing poetry. It’s nice to live alone and be able to do that without disturbing anyone. Sunday has loads of work to do in it, but Saturday was camp fire day! I washed dishes, mopped floors, set out chairs and table and plates, set the fire, washed Charlie’s eyes and face, and then spent most of the rest of the day lying by the fire, chatting with friends and eating chips and hot potatoes. I so needed that. I even snuck in 20 minutes or so of ink painting before people arrived, which I’ll show you another time, and wrapped it all up with some computer gaming. I think I might need to deliberately schedule one day a week off or I’m not going to be able to keep up with the pace of study and work. Saturday was good. My skin smells of wood smoke and I feel a little calmer inside.