Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, Frightener of Hawks, Stalker of Coyotes, and Growler at Owls. You may remember me from such posts as “Nothing Again Nothing”, among so many, many others.
The guy I live with fiddled with the ISO and other such things on the point-and-shoot, and the picture above is what he got. Not what he wanted, but whatever. It’s still me, as you can see.
There was blue sky the other day. And this contrail.The guy I live with said the plane was probably headed to San Francisco. The spiral pattern was sort of interesting, but the blue sky was extremely interesting.
It got gloomier. The guy I live with constantly complains about how gloomy the weather is, and I guess because it is often very gloomy here. He said some wind might be nice, but that’s become so rare that when it happens there’s a movie featuring it. Mostly the air doesn’t move. Denver used to be a windy place. And now the gloom, according to him anyway, is practically perpetual.
I have some pictures, which are on the same subjects that I’ve posted on before, but they’re different.
I saw a hawk on one of the gloomy days, but also when there was blue sky, and those pictures are better. You might have to really squint to see it, but I didn’t have to, what with my totally superior eyesight.
Maybe you can see that it was limping a little on its right hind leg. The guy I live with said that while coyotes can run free, they don’t get taken to the doctor if something is wrong. They also don’t get to hog the bed at night.
I’ve been seeing probably the same coyote every day now, on my morning walk, and a couple of times it’s trotted out almost right in front of me, and I really wanted to go after it, but the guy I live with said he couldn’t walk that fast, so I had to be content with sniffing.
Some more major–to him, at least–things have happened. The first one was that he had the “procedure”, which was placement of fiducial markers in his prostate as a target for the radiation, which will start in about a month. The markers are gold, so I guess he’s worth more than he was a week ago. He said it didn’t hurt–much–and didn’t take very long at all. He saw the ultrasound image showing the gold markers, and thought a copy of that would be nice, but I knew what he would do with it. Make me post it on the blog. He’s not squeamish at all, but some people are, and there would have to be warnings.
His friend took him to the urology center because he couldn’t drive home, what with all the drugs he got, and she said when they stopped off at the store he told everyone he was on drugs. She just rolled her eyes. He said it was easy to see why people get addicted to opiates, but he only got one of each pill so that was that. He felt awful when the drugs wore off.
He’s a lot more indifferent to all of this than you might think. He said that compared to having to face the rest of his life without his wife, this wasn’t much of anything. There will be a lot of days when he has to leave the house, but not for long each day.
Even more major, though, was what happened today. He sold his mom’s house. He was really anxious to get this over with, and he was pretty relieved, but when he called USAA to have the homeowner’s insurance policy stopped, the super-nice person on the phone (and everybody there is super nice) said something about getting a check for being a subscriber for sixty-nine years.
The guy I live with’s father got the policy after he graduated from West Point in 1950. So his parents, and the house they moved into in 1961, will begin to fade into the distance.
The thing is, though, like he was telling his friend, he can still hear his wife’s voice, her laugh, her touch, and so forth, and so in a way she is still alive in his memory. That’s kind of weird. He sometimes wonders if that would be a comfort to her.
I bet by now you’re exhausted from all this philosophizing and talk about gold implants and stuff, and can hardly wait to see pictures of snowdrops. It snowed today, so there’s nothing going on in the garden, of course, and the guy I live with said we would probably have snow until May, when it will start to hail.
You may well imagine that I have to listen to things like this all day long, every day, and indeed I do. The long stretches of temperatures in the sixties, even seventies, in January or February, with snowdrops in flower “back in the old days”, have given way to this endless, dreadful winter weather, with frozen soil, and snow that won’t melt. So indoor snowdrops will have to do.
Some of the pictures are better than others.
Still with me? Okay, now back to outdoor things. Some cool owl pictures might make up for the snowdrop talk. My evening walk was snowier than usual. I had to ignore all the complaining at the other end of the leash.
It looked pretty annoyed that it was awakened before it was ready. I felt like an alarm clock on legs.
Maybe this was slightly scary. Just slightly. The owl looked pretty mad, don’t you think? We weren’t making a lot of noise (I might have growled a little), though the guy I live with was probably talking. He usually is.
Until next time, then.