I really ought to be more careful with my diet. If I eat too little fat, I clag up. Too much, and the reverse happens, after volcanic rumblings.
I read somewhere that a diet of poached salmon and asparagus contains a perfect balance of the nutrients needed for a healthy life. That, coincidentally, is exactly what I have planned for my dinner tonight. Not at all sure I’d want to eat it every day, though.
So today, as my system slowly grinds back to normal, I’ve skipped breakfast, and I have a bowl of mixed dried fruit (apple slices, two small figs, apricot halves) mungling away in apple juice ready for lunch.
That’ll put me right. Until the next time.
There was a bit of sunshine about yesterday, breaking through now and again to start drying the pavements before the next downpour. Heavy rain, vertical, enough to give you a headache if you were foolish enough to go out without a hat.
Dolly is beginning to wonder if I ought not to be out in the garage, building a one man-and-his-cat ark. I open the kitchen door wide several times a day but she’s reluctant to go outside even if it’s not raining at the time. Sometimes I worry about me, worrying about the cat so much.
Yesterday, when I popped out for a short walk during a dry spell, I thought she was all safe and well, dozing in the living room. When I got back just as the next shower started, she was waiting for me, just inside the front door, displaying all the signs of being anxious. Which really shouldn’t happen, and changed the moment she’d sniffed me to be sure I wasn’t damaged and off she padded, resuming her best attitude of total indifference.
She’s doing fine, though, maintaining her weight and keeping her interest going even if she does look like a raggle-taggle-gipsy-oh as she reaches the end of her summer moult. Soon as I’ve managed to brush her back to a respectable appearance I shall treat her, and myself, to a new portrait session. She’s still a handsome cat and the camera loves her.
Speaking of raggle-taggle-gipsies:
Second day running I’ve taken my camera out and I managed to snare a decent photograph of my favourite bit of hillside [the tower is the same one I use in my blog banner graphic]:
Sun on the hillside
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late summer sun
warms the hillside–
dark rain cloud overhead
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I enjoyed the Raggale Taggle and thought for a minute no one would drop any coins. Wonder what the two of them picked up?
Love the picture too.
Now to figure out my breakfast. Never skip it and couldn’t anyway. Med to take with it.
Does Dolly need a kitten? Oh, No, don’t throw that pillow at me.
That photograph is flat out stunning. Thank you.
Lovely photograph.
(I agree, John, it also looked to me as if he had CDs for sale.)
He’s very good. I poked about a bit and found his name, Lawrence Glaister. Seems like I recall that Burl Ives sang that song about the lady who ran off with the gypsies. He was the first singer I ever heard doing traditional folk songs.
I can even imagine the gypsies camping in that field.
Sun and the lowering cloud make a great contrast; you have a good eye, John!
Hugs from pleasantly cooling Corea,
~ Sil
John – do you know about 6-work haiku? Hemingway wrote one. It was featured in this month’s AARP magazine – you can check it out here
http://travelerswife.blogspot.com/2009/09/6-word-haiku.html
Oh how BEAUTIFUL that hillside looks. I would love to lie there and watch the clouds.