Sunday, 24 January 2010
There's been little to blog about of late, with so much to think about: Haiti, trials of children who seriously harm other children, the Iraq Inquiry on television exposing my strange ability to watch paint dry. What I might write about is terrifyingly trivial in comparison, but these other subjects are too weighty and distressing to discuss in a lightweight bear-of-little-brain blog like mine. Yet they weigh heavily on my mind, as they do on most people's.
But life here does tiptoe lightly on, regardless. Hamish was lured into the cat carrier by small furry toys, and almost captured to go to the vet for microchipping and the second part of his vaccinations (started before he came to me), but as I closed the cat-carrier's door, it fell off.
No big deal, you say? Just catch him, he's only little, you think? Ha. Hamish was out of that carrier like greased lightning, and hasn't come within ten feet of me for nearly a week now. He's lived here since December 9th, and I haven't lifted, petted or carried him yet. I did manage, pre-carrier incident, to stroke him at arm's length very occasionally, but now I am the Evil Trapper-Woman, and must be given a very wide berth. It does something to a woman's self-esteem, you know, to see a small cat running away, bristling with outrage and betrayal, every time she enters the room. Even when she's bearing treats...
A trip to Australia this year is looking less likely, but for a good reason; my old friend isn't as poorly as I feared, and even has a Vietnam holiday planned for October, so unless things change, there's less need for a friend to act as post-op nurse/housekeeper yet. So the Devon/Dorset plan - which has never faltered, just waited patiently - comes to the fore again, with a second exploratory visit roughly sketched in for early Spring.
Spring feels like a long way off today, in the dreary dank gloom. Meantime, there's this to look forward to, at Howick Hall in Northumberland. Snowdrops and a wonderful cafe with home made cake, and, just as you'd expect, decent tea, in lovely surroundings: now there's a plan to uplift the spirits!
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