Silver Linings
Although I wrote the following post and updated it a good while ago, the subject sometimes finds its way back into my mind and reveals itself as something “ugly”. After all, what can be uglier than death, than feeling yourself slip into darkness? If that was not ugly enough, thoughts about the actions of certain people would make it feel even worse, as if you were just imagining things and what was happening was ‘not that bad’. Having seen what ‘in extremis’ is like, what dwindling closer and closer to my six feet under feels like… it is something that made me realise what life is really all about. So here we go… mor(t)ality…
Dogs: miracles with paws
If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience. (Woodrow Wilson) It’s cold. Very cold. It’s so cold my toes are curling upwards; my fingers are going inwards, and my eyelashes are curling sideways. That’s how cold it is. What feels warm is looking at my mum’s dogs, a female Beagle lying next to my feet, and as always, oblivious to the world. The other, a Cavoodle, the red-haired, funny, tiny one is helping me write this post by sitting on the side of my laptop. With his bum on the numerical keys. Thank god for antibacterial wipes. For now, I tolerate his dominance of my laptop. He’s testing my resolve. I’m testing his. It can’t…
