Friday, July 13, 2018
Peacock with Multiple Nightmares
Just as I got on the phone with my mother yesterday, to wish her a Happy 81st Birthday, this butterfly landed on our buddleia outside. It's a peacock, which we hadn't seen yet in the garden this year. So I asked Dave to run for my camera and I had to simultaneously take pictures and keep my mind on my phone conversation. Crazy timing!
Olga livened things up again yesterday by ATTACKING A CAT that wandered into our garden. I was sitting on the couch when I heard a tremendous feline growl and a lot of thrashing around near the back fence. I ran outside to find Olga atop a tortoiseshell cat with a bell on its neck. The cat got away, but Olga chased and caught it again, and shook it in her jaws. I pulled her off it and the cat ran under some bushes. After I secured Olga inside I tried to check on it but it wouldn't let me near, and it vanished a few minutes later. Outwardly it seemed fine. (Miraculously!)
That may be the first time Olga has ever touched a cat, and certainly the first time she's caught one. I hope it never happens again!
Here she is on her walk, looking all innocent, intrigued by this ridiculous pair of shoes we saw in a thrift shop window. She really is a good dog and very friendly -- she's just been presented with some very unusual opportunities within the past few days.
She's off to the kennel today where she will board during our trip.
Anyway, back to my mom. I've decided to visit Florida after all -- I was going to skip it this summer and wait until Christmas, but with Mom getting up there I feel strongly that I should go. So I'm flying back for a week in early August, not long after Dave and I get back from Vietnam.
The Great Orange One has arrived in England, with Melania by his side. There were protests in Regent's Park last night, but Dave and I decided not to go, because we had trouble getting specifics about when and where, and it seemed like Trump was unlikely to be there anyway. We're saving our energy for the big one today. Trump, meanwhile, has already sabotaged Theresa May's Brexit plans and is gunning on behalf of the right-wingers. He's essentially repaying his debt to Nigel Farage. The nightmare, honestly, never ends.
Finally, our upstairs neighbors are refinishing their staircase, which has created our own noise nightmare in our flat. We were driven out yesterday by the incessant, echoing grinding of the sander. We took ourselves -- including Olga -- to the pub for dinner. When we came back at 6:30 p.m. and the neighbor was still at it, we asked him to stop, and he did. But he'll resume this morning. We'll do our best to be gone.