It is now 3:19PM. I thought I was
getting a late start when I sat down here before Noon. I was late
because I had an appointment to get my haircut at 9:45. Then I went
to town to get the paper. When I got home I set up the dishes,
stacked them in the sink, and covered them with hot sudsy water. Then
I had to have something to eat. I sat down here, and read a few
things, and just as I was going to type the first line, Jamie asked
me if I would go to the Amish with her to get milk. Off and on, she
needs to favor her shoulder which hasn't completely healed from the
dislocation.
Our dog, Xina, who has been a light in
my life these last few months, has been upset with me. I am her
favorite person and her source of protection. Whenever somebody comes
over she jumps in my lap until she feels safe. She goes with me,
whenever I go out to do the chores. If I am going out and she can't
go with, I need to tell her. She understands and if I go out, without
speaking to her, she barks and cries pitifully.
That was until yesterday Morning. When
we were coming back from the chicken coop, I noticed she had about
three cockleburs in her tail. I knew they bothered her, because every other
step she tried to catch then in her teeth. I wanted to get them out
before they became further embedded. I grabbed her, she of course
tucked her tail underneath. When I uncurled her tail she cried bloody
murder and even snapped at me. I think she was more frightened than
hurt. I can't believe anything I was doing was painful. The whole
thing lasted about five seconds and I wasn't very successful in
removing the burs.
She wouldn't have anything to do with
me for hours. She took refuge in Jamie's lap and she has never wanted
to sit in her lap before. She didn't want to be in the same room with
me and wouldn't even eat a delicacy that I put down for her. It was
as if, I betrayed her trust, and that was it. I did, what I knew to do,
to repair the breech. I held her in my lap for awhile; she shivered
and eventually calmed down. When I let her down, because I had to get
up, she went back to being skittish. Her behavior was so dramatic
that I feared our relationship was permanently damaged. By the late
evening chores, after dark when I close up the chicken coop, she was
a little better. With urging she went out with me. Normally, she
anticipates my move, and is waiting at the door before I get there.
This Morning our relationship was
better but she was still unsure. As the day progresses, she seems
to be going back to her old self. I think I will get my dog back. A
lot of fuss over three cockleburs. There must be a lesson here
somewhere.
I got my amaryllis potted yesterday. I
have five that may be blooming size, three for sure. I, also, have
a nursery pot of five offspring bulbs. I have been raising amaryllis
for forty years and when I get too many I give some away. I don't
want more than four or five, but I don't like letting the little
bulbets go unplanted. About June first, I take them out of the
pots and plant them in the garden. They need to be tended carefully,
the big ones and the little ones. The big ones need to maintain their
size or increase slightly. The little ones need to grow to blooming
size. Every year I vow to take better care of them over the Summer.
Sometimes I don't see them again until I dig them in the Fall. There
has to be a lesson here too; but we have been doing this dance for
forty years. The amaryllis forgive me and brighten up the house in
February with giant blooms.
Have a good Evening!
Love and Peace, Gregg
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