Cottage Still life
" Bulldog and fire with daffs"
I'm doing a Rachel today as I have got 12 minutes in which to type this post .
Lunch goes into the cooker at 12.40
Today it' s Waitrose salmon........(we went yesterday and I got all excited at the pristine conditions and the polite non sports wearing customers.)
Sunday lunchtime is my favourite time of the week. The Prof is in church, the dogs all asleep after walks and breakfast and the cottage is silent.
It always feels a little like Christmas morning before the action starts.
Today I walked around the Marian with William and Mary. There is a cottage up on the hill, where an Alsatian lives, it attacked the terriers last week and got booted by me for it's trouble and I was going " to have a word" with the owner but was stopped short.
The owner is having a bad time at the moment.
He recognised me the other day and stopped for a sad chat. He recognised me from visiting the hospital. Unshaven and tired , he is coping with illness at home, so the security of a maladjusted dog is the last thing on his mind.
How quickly can a life change.
Our meeting unsettled me somewhat. A Sudden and devastating illness is not a rarity in people of middle years, we only have a pack of dogs, a cat with a bent leg, scruffy sheep, and a motley crew of birds because I am in the position of caring for them. The worry of " what will become of my children if I am ill? " is sadly not the prerogative of just the modern parents of this world....
Hey ho.
Darn it...I am one minute over ...........need to go that salmon won't cook itself xxxx
I worry about my babies and who will care for them. Luckily I have enough family I believe will come to their rescue...
ReplyDeleteI worry about those things too, and just hope my husband will step up to the plate -- I'm sure yours will, if needed!
ReplyDeleteI hope the rest of your Sunday is enjoyable!
A very sobering run of events, John......makes one appreciate that we do have good health.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your day.
Salmon! You just made up my mind for our Sunday dinner. Hope yours was delicious. Being almost 70 and my precious puppy is 9, I think I will outlive him and he will be the last.
ReplyDeletei worry about teddy too much.
ReplyDeleteHope you stayed on schedule, stay well the flocks and pack need you (the cat, is not to sure if he needs anyone - he is a cat afterall.)
ReplyDeleteummmmmmmmmmm, salmon...
ReplyDeleteIs that a gremlin or a gargoyle by your fire?
ReplyDeletelooks like a gargoyle to me; how cool is THAT!
DeleteBy now I imagine the Salmon will have been consumed. I love Salmon tinned, fresh, paté, mousse, fried, roasted, in fact any way you can think of it.
ReplyDeleteWaitrose salmon is our favourite ... we have it twice a week ....... mustn't overcook it though !! XXXX
ReplyDeleteI, too, worry about what will happen to the critters when I'm no longer able to care for them; with the hours my dear one works, he simply won't have the time or energy.
ReplyDeleteNot bad, complete with a vase of flowers. Winnie looks like she's going to burn her arse.
ReplyDeleteWinnie's arse has moved on the computer screen. On the Ipad it looked like it was under the woodburner.
DeleteMarian must be a very patient woman - allowing dog walkers to circle her.
ReplyDeleteWhen my mother died, she left four children and our family died too. My prayer when I had children was always to please let me live until my children were grown.
ReplyDeleteThis is my prayer too.
DeleteIt is scary how quickly things can change.
ReplyDeleteSensible and kind of you John not to have 'that word'. My philosophy has always been 'gather ye rosebuds' - never more true than in instances like this.
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing at how the dog will have picked up on the change and the sadness in it's home and possibly gone over the edge, taking out it's frustration and confusion on your terriers.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you stopped short at the 'having a word', as you say the last thing the poor chap needs to hear.
Salmon for lunch sounds just perfect :-)
That's a very cozy picture.
ReplyDeleteI always worry, when DH is working out of town that I will expire and Jack & Jill will be left outside or inside on their own for days w/out food and water.
A situation like this was ahuge situation in Sydney this summer. An elderly man was caring for some animals while the owners were on holidays but then the man had a massive stroke and couldnt communicate any information about the animals (the man's son knew he was pet sitting but didnt know anything else) The weather was hot and the pets weren't going to do well in the heat. There were volunteers door knocking whole suburbs trying to find where the pets were. Nobody ever found them
DeleteMy fears are not unfounded ...
DeleteI've never been in a waitrose we don't have one round here. I did one have an ocado delivery and the neighbours must have thought I'd won the lotter lol.
ReplyDeleteWe were in Waitrose in Boughton this morning!
ReplyDeleteWhen my mum died I inherited her budgie, he and I had a love/hate relationship, mainly hate! He was four years old when he came to us, and lived until he was ten, so I tolerated the horrible, screechy, naughty bird for six long years.......strangely enough I miss him now!
I too . . .
ReplyDeleteIf we both are gone. . .
and Snickers is still here
Who ??
I doubt she would survive without us . . .
You are right, as usual - and it's not just children or animals to be worried about, in some cases it's our elderly parents ... and even for seemingly healthy folks, one's condition can change in an instant. Oh my, I'm not helping, am I? So, like Weaver says - 'gather ye rosebuds' ...
ReplyDeleteA lot of warmth and peace in the picture and, with Winnie in her world without worry. Greetings Maria x
ReplyDeleteThis post comes on the heels of yet having to put another one of our beloved pets down yesterday. That makes 3 in 8 months. And another goes to the vet tomorrow due to excessive weight loss. The house is sad and empty today. If its not the humans in our lives, its our pets. I worry about all of them. Constantly.
ReplyDeleteChris is a decent man, he would make sure they were all cared for
ReplyDeleteI was always the one who was 'taken care of ' , my husband was the grown up, being 15 years older than I. We never / I never felt that there was a big age difference but he had Experience. So I was always relaxed and happy, he took care of Everything.
ReplyDeleteHe did a wonderful job of taking care of us when he was alive and he managed to do a fine job making sure that I am ok now. Being cared for is that last act of love that will comfort and care for your loved ones when you are gone.
It might be goofy but when I get the notice on the computer from the bank that a particular bill has been paid ( he set up everything on auto pay) I get all weepy and smile .. he knew how bad I was with math/checkbooks/any sort of accounting .. so he still takes such good care of me ~
Large dogs were running loose and barking at people. Not good. Hubby went up to have a word with the owner only find out that she is dealing with an adult son who is mentally ill and he lets the dogs loose when he doesn't take his meds. Hubby smiled and asked that if she needs anything to keep him in mind.
ReplyDeleteAlways good to look at the bigger picture. Mind you, a friend's elderly Jack Russel was attacked by an Airdale and later died. The offending dogs owners paid Vet's bills but are refusing to muzzle their dog. I wonder what's going in their lives ? !
ReplyDeleteSadly, I know what you mean. I went from that cozy warm safe spot next to my husband who took care of everything, to being the one that has to take care of everything. It has been very difficult, grief is like an illness, it sucks everything out of you and leaves you weak and mindless. But you do recover . to some degree.
ReplyDeleteI have found that the whole world/circumstances are too overwhelming most days .. so I take small bits of the day to deal with, one at a time.
a little health wobble has rather galvanized me to put a few things in order , the, what would happen if i was gone , has started down the route of sorting out my partners future because hes disabled and he couldnt manage "the ranch" without me ,sorting his sons transfer into independence and others care etc etc
ReplyDeleteAs I looked at the title of the photo I thought I read bulldog and fire with farts....
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