Blood dripped everywhere… each step she took trying to get away from us left another bloody footprint on the deck. She cried and carried on as if we’d severed a toe instead of just a bit of extra nail… it took some time to calm her down but eventually she let us finish the rest of her feet. Thank goodness for trazadone or we might have had a hysterical dog for the rest of the day.
I’ve been outside several times, trying to time the outing to coincide with gaps in the cloud. Sun is good!
We are tracking the trees on the horizon, waiting to make the pronouncement of green day. It’s not here yet but is getting close. Some years we are celebrating by the 2nd or 3rd of May - this year it’s late, not a surprise with the never-ending cold weather.
No baking today… just eating.
Have you noticed that the plethora of youtube videos featuring songs adapted to Covid-19 have reduced to a trickle? It seems that the initial whosh of creativity has petered out as people’s lives meld into one long, interminable day that saps energy and dims brain activity. The only difference in my days is what am I going to bake - if the baking has run out - and what should I make for supper - if there aren’t leftovers. Even what I read online is much the same: covid-19 this and corona virus that…
I’m not complaining though - I am one of the lucky ones and try not to forget it.
This is Petra as a yearling or maybe a 2 year old. She was on the keep list however life got in the way and she went to a new home...
A pesky earworm bothered me last night all night everytime I woke up even a bit, and into this morning. Before bed we watched 20 min of ‘Fiddler on the Roof’, which was long enough to hear ‘Matchmaker, matchmaker make me a match, find me a find, catch me a catch’... and there it is, firmly inserted into my mind again.
Headline tonight: 1,258,051 cases with 74,190 deaths in the US. There are a total of 63,403 (62,038 yesterday) cases of Covid-19 in Canada today, with 4,223 (4,039 yesterday) deaths to date.
“I've banished Winter, saith the Spring,
Awake! arise, ye flowers!
Brisk breezes blow,
Bright sunshine glow,
And rouse the young Year's powers.”
~Henry James Slack
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