pineapple express

As the afternoon wore on the clouds thinned, until, finally, a sliver of bright sun shone into the house, getting me up from reading and outside with the dogs. They ran around a bit, but not enough as when I brought them inside they went berserk and ran top speed from one end of the house to the other, Adia leaping and Spike growling and chasing. When the laundry rack went flying it was clear that there was no option… 

Carm had to take Adia outside for a good round of ‘deek the lion’ - she doesn’t run for me like she runs for Carm. She went crazy and must have ran for 10 minutes at top speed. I sat in the comfort of the bench seat that encircles the livingroom and watched out the window. She flew in circles around him, large top speed ones, and smaller more agile ones. Carm lunged and grabbed to her delight. There is no game as exciting as this. 

I think Carm tired out before she did, but nevertheless, she stepped into the house a much calmer dog.

Earlier in the afternoon, a special delivery came for Adia - a new toy advertised as being nearly indestructible. This pineapple shaped rubber toy caught her attention and she chewed and played with it until the previously mentioned outing. After that she was too tired for toys and fell asleep on the futon.

The sun has dipped behind the trees across the street lighting the sky with a strip of pinky orange. The lights are on over the sofa and the little twinkle lights that are distributed around the room will come on soon. I might light a few candles to further fight against the gloom. The little spots of light make me feel content and strangely comfortable as if I were in a cosy cocoon.  Tonight I’m going to try a new recipe: Spicy Thai peanut curry with not-quite-chicken instead of tofu. 

“Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o'clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without.”

~Thomas De Quincey