Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to be a bit philosophical, as can be the tendency here. You may remember me from such posts as “At A Standstill”, among so many, many others.
Events of the last few days prompted a lecture on disappointment. I kind of paid attention. There have been a couple of times when I wasn’t able to go to Day Care, because they were closed for the holidays. One time I had a cough. So I sort of got it.
And there are times when something happens on my walk, like a hugely loud noise, and I have to turn around and go home. I look forward to my walks every day and having to go home in the middle of one is very disappointing.
According to You Know Who, there has been way too much snow on the ground for way too long. It’s okay by me, but the guy I live with says this is “excessive”.
Yesterday, for instance, was a pretty nice day. I lay out on the patio for a while. The guy I live with did something; I forget what. He was feeling pretty good because the snow was beginning to melt; pools of water were forming by the back fence, which is the lowest part of the yard. If you look back through my previous January posts you’ll see that most of them don’t feature a huge amount of snow in the garden. And if it does snow, it usually mostly goes away in a few days. The guy I live with has always thought January was an especially pleasant month in Denver. So things were looking sort of up.
The wind came up last night, like it hasn’t in a long, long time. When we woke up there was a bunch of snow everywhere. I heard a loud sigh, a sigh of disappointment, that lasted for about half a minute.
He did begin to wonder, partly out loud, why he had become so interested in snowdrops about twenty years ago, when the winter weather seemed to be getting worse (defined as snow lying on the ground for more than a couple of days), but he couldn’t think of anything else that was more interesting. He does like to stare at the floor a lot, though.
Back in “the old days”, he said, he could count on flowers in the garden in every month of the year. Denver didn’t have winters like they have farther north with snow all the time.
He’s been looking for a book for several days now; one that he held in his hand and put back, but he can’t remember where. This is a bit disturbing for someone who has a perfect memory like he does, but these days he is often distracted.
It might be a little heavy-pawed to talk about disappointment here, but it’s fairly obvious to me, even though I showed up here a little less than four years ago.
And now there’s this other thing. His doctor said he had to exercise more, because of the treatments, so today he shoveled our driveway and sidewalk, then the neighbors’, then another neighbors’, then another neighbors’, and then yet another neighbors’. He said that was his exercise for the day. I still got to go on my walks, of course. I got ice in my paws, but it was okay.
So now, with all this talk about disappointment and stuff, I’m not sure what’s going on here. I know the guy I live with will have to go to radiation therapy in a few weeks; he’ll be gone for about an hour every day, which is certainly a change in our daily routine.
Until next time, then.